The unwritten law states that a woman
Has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man may say after that
The unwritten law states that a woman
Has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man may say after that
Until she gets a husband
A woman worries about her future life
But a man never worries about the future
Whether Right or wrong
Or for good or bad
They all do it, Girl and boy
Or laddette and lad
Lads swear like
troupers
Loud and loutish
Girls swear like
fishwives
Drinking to excess
So lacking in respect
For themselves and for
others
Morals like alley cats
That would shame their
mothers
A man who, for twenty years
Hasn’t kissed his wife
Seeing another kiss
her
Is moved to take that man’s
life
The despot Robert Mugabe
The thorn in Africa’s
side
Is not what the world
envisaged
At the end of the
apartheid
What hope then for the
continent
When such men prosper
Ruling with a fist of
iron
Colder still than the
white oppressor
Yet there will always
be hope
Even if the good
number but a few
When God puts upon the
earth
A man like Desmond
Tutu
A word of warning, a word to the wise
Don’t be one of that
ilk of women
Who get all excited
about nothing
Because you’ll end up marrying
them
There was a rather vacuous
Skinny girl who
irritated me
“Sometimes I forget to
eat”
The silly girl said to
me
Now I’ve forgotten
things
Where I parked the car
My mother's maiden
name
Keys for the house and
the car
And once even where I
lived
But I’ve never
forgotten to eat
I’ve been too busy or
too tired
But not so stupid I
forgot to eat