The Perils of Mountain Climbing
Soon after I reached adolescence,
my father gave me a brief advisory
on the perils of feminine geography
based on a personal experience.
Dear boy, if at all possible,
keep your eyes blind to all
facets of a woman’s anatomy,
in particular her breasts
if they compare to Mt. Everest.
Climbing to such breathless heights
to achieve momentary delights,
you risk an avalanche of such scale –
it’s like a guppy swallowed by a whale.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler