“THE HUNTERS and THE HUNTED.” a poem a.k.a.: “Yes, Honey.” a.k.a.: “The Baby Business.” for: Monday, November 25, 2019

“THE HUNTERS and THE HUNTED.” a poem a.k.a.: “Yes, Honey.” a.k.a.: “The Baby Business.” for: Monday November 25, 2019

We (guys) get hunted REAL GOOD by “horny gals,”

For: “MEN AREN’T HORNY (Honey);” (The Girls:) “They BECoUMe our horny pals,

Because WE EXCITE THEM & make them our pawns,

So we can get pregnant; so we TURN ON ‘their ONs.’ “

“Women, they are dangerous and (a little?) (bit) sneaky,

Since we guys like to see ’em and take a little peeky.

(Please) You OPEN UP and let us in;

We are captured, tricked within our sin?”

(The Girls:) “Then, we blame YOU for our pregnant tummies,

Saying: YOU DID THIS. You done made us mummies.”

Moral: So, it’s really the men that “get the shaft,”

Not the gals;

IT’S THE GUYS WHO ARE SO DAFT,

‘Cause “We think WE’RE hunting; we’re manipulated,

And, also, by WOMEN ‘universally hated?’

Because, “Come on, Honey,” the girls will say;

“We got you ’round our finger(s) every blessed day.

fin <3

Down SOUTH, where I touch you; you’re my turtle dove;

YOU CALL; I answer your sweet mating call.

Come lovers. Come on; we’ll all have a ball.

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