Women6verses9men - Who's On Top

Who’s on top? Really, You didn’t know that it’s a contest? After all, There can only be one Poet Laureate can’t there? Both’s fingernails are bleeding, Both’s knees are scraped and scabbed, Both sweating profusely from the strain Of climbing the sheer rocky face of passion, Their injuries mostly self-inflicted. (All poets are born stinkers!) Poetry is not a day at the beach Where the only hazards Are forgotten suntan lotion, Or that your Mai Tai is low Because service is not up to par. Or a day on the golf course Where your only gain is A lighter wallet, which cannot really serve you At your next Weight-Watchers weigh-in. Apoplexy coloring your future As yet another ball lands in the drink. And certainly not a game of tennis Where service is de rigueur, isn’t it? Though I swear, There is more Physics in women’s outfits, (Action/Reaction - You know! Do women ever play fair?) Than in any momentum, spin, or angle A man can even contemplate. So who’s on top? Ask the woman! Does ‘top’ even matter? She’s where she wants to be. A man can only dream! Ha! Brian Johnston October 21, 2014