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When God created woman he did plan
to give her various, attractive, useful features.
And when compared with the appendages of man
it's obvious that of all the living creatures
she is the queen of all the minds and of the heart.
There's only one thing that has puzzled me for ages:
Why does a woman, who is such a work of art
and who occasionally makes love and thus engages
her pubic region in a noble undertaking.
Why does she have a veritable jungle,
a growth of curly and thick brush at the front door?
Could we assume that God made such a bungle,
when thinking of some other godforsaking
priorities that were intended for
the human race, just hatched, and sizzling to go.
Did he have parts and pieces from Creation
of useless or redundancy unused
and felt the need of well-deserved ovation
to use them up or was he just amused?
Well, I don't know, but one thing is for sure:
He placed a handful of thick hair in a location,
where hungry eyes would dwell in peace with mounting pleasure.
Of all the wonders and achievements of Creation
He should have left alone an unobstructed treasure.
Herbert Nehrlich
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