Chant For Hours Of The Night Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Dorothy Parker)

Some women cannot make their minds up,
will walk and talk to every sales person
as if it's a game that they play
that goes on and on
and they will never shut-up
while time is wasted and passes away.

Some ladies cannot pass each other at church,
will gather in groups to gossip
on every holy day
until as if by drunken delirium they lurch
and tiny hurting words will slip
that ugly, insincere others do portray.

Some females cannot pass a gathering of men
will want to know, inquire about the things
that they with each other do discuss
(as if it could be interesting to women)
and they will try and hamper some proceedings,
when not included sometimes make a big fuss.

l'Envoi
Right through their lifespan
females are interested in male human beings
which is to some an indispensable annoyance
without which they cannot go
and they will love, even worship them if they can,
include them in most happenings
and at the end still very little about them they will know.

[Reference: "Chant for dark hours" by Dorothy Parker.]