Women are boring
And so predictable
Have no ambition
Want to be miserable
Periods, babies
Whinge upon whine
Illness and crying
Romance all the time
And women can't write
We just tolerate them
All those emotions
Don't you just hate 'em?
Because men never moan
And don't ever waste time
They're full of ideas
They write from the spine
Does this sound like moaning?
No perish the thought
Others complain
I'm just not that sort
I'm serious and clever
Perceptive and free
The heart of all learning
There's no-one like me
© Rachel Fox 2005
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