Woman, Whenever, Wherever, Whoever You Are

well, woman has been around for a while hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile been known by many names starting with Eve Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve she can fly-by-night, be out with the bats purring and prowling with sly slinky cats never a tame girl, sometimes receptive with hidden secrets, deep and deceptive see her in twilight, creature in the dark flames flickered when she was Joan of Arc think she has been here for just a few years? think again, 'them' hills, they flow with her tears woman has been teacher for aeons of time wrote most of " Homer ", taught Plato to rhyme as Archimedes' hand-maid, she had a laugh when he shouted " Eureka, get me out of the bath! " around when Adam gave out those spare ribs her name is on parchment writ with rare nibs her time here with us, a mere interlude battles over centuries, a bitter feud with men from the past and future I'm told man on her arm, just her latest cuckold well-rounded dame or seriously slim cheerful demeanour or chief sister grim close-quarter woman talking loud and fast words over-taking like a blast from the past so hard to keep up, so hard to break in leave you behind in the wake of her din! what's this I hear, is she now slowing down pausing for men, is she wearing a frown? perhaps she's starting to shuffle the deck departure dreaming on a very long trek maybe no point in moving on once more the greater challenge is here at the door as men they shout " I am invincible I've the biggest Archimedes Principle! " late at night she now walks the floorboards seeking a new role, a song with new chords " where and when will I go, who will I be will I stay in this land or else oversea ? " men of the future and men of the past treasure this woman as head of the cast whenever, wherever, whoever you are she will always twinkle, shine like a star bring her some chocolate, bring her some wine make sure she stays and has a good time but watch at midnight in case she's outside all alone by the road hitching a ride silver moonbeam and finest curb crawler then down to the port and onto a trawler far out to sea where she thinks of those days when Gods fought Neptune for sight of her gaze