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A WORLD WITHOUT WOMEN

 
What this world would be
Without our women
Don't be stupid, dummy
There would be no men
For behind any  ordinary man
There is a good woman
 
There would be no world
No country
No flags to be unfurled
So empty
For women bring love into play for all
This sometimes adds to man's downfall
 
What would the world be without fashion
It would be a real mess
Living in a bomb-shelter without ration
Seeing a man in a dress
It would be like a hive without bees
Living in a desert without any oases
 
Imagine a world without any bikini
No G-string
It would be so barren, no beauty
A sad thing
There would be no healthy beach
And nothing for all men to reach
 
No matter how man prays to the above
He'd be left with a world so barren
He would never be able to fall in love
In a world so dull and foreign
It wouldn't be a world but a big joke
Like drinking good rum without coke
 
Men would be left facing the wall
For men without women
There wouldn't be any Taj Mahal
A cock without a hen
It would be a sad, wretched world indeed
And men would have no use for their seed
 
And those commercials about hygiene and Secret
For which men have no need
They say their pH-balance don't make them fret
For which men take no heed
But whether they use Massengill or wear panty-hose
A rose by any other name is still a bleddy rose
 
Men would surely go robust and bust
The macho stereotype so sterile, so vain
What would men do with all that lust
Like going the other way in a one way lane
That's one sensation of which they would be deprived
Which can't be replaced no matter how they contrived
 
Without women there’d be no heartbeat
Men's hearts would not last very long
That would be the cause of men's defeat
There would be no love in their song
Their world would be in monotone
With poor men's hormone all alone
No night life without night-gals
Boring, boring
Men can't have fun with their pals
I'll be snoring
It's women who maintain the balance and checks
And men can't live without this opposite sex
 
Men would not need bedrooms
No marriage no honeymoon
No brides and no bride-grooms
Like a song without a tune
Then men may really learn a thing or two
For without women they can't find a clue
 
Finally last but not least
A man without a woman
Will resort back to a beast
And become a lesser man
Sailing a sunken sail-less ship without a mast
In a planet just hit by a nuclear holocaust.

ALIENS

This creature is not human

For like her counterpart man

A killer, a maniac and a destroyer

This alien is a gracious, sweet, soft lover

It’s said God made her from Adam's rib

But we now know that is a real fib

A fallacy and an ancient sham

She could never came from Adam

She's a sweet flower and a gem

No man is qualified to touch her hem

And boy when she climbs on heels

It makes men wild, like cartwheels

They’re worthless, and show no competition

To her, God's own beautiful creation

This petal of man's mercy it seems

Is really man's nectar of dreams

When she bats an eye

Can make you so shy

And a smile even so little

Can make a man so belittle

She's a perfumed flower

And she has all the power

Yet man treat her so inhuman

Surely she has to be an alien

No human can stand such maltreatment

And still comes out smiling and content

For one so sweet and beautiful

Can't come from earth so cruel

Just like how the plants love the earth

She's a jasmine, her every worth

This creature of beauty and perfection 

If not protected would be man's extinction

Mighty Jane Doe

No man can match her

To her man is just a cur

Take her place for a day

You bound to say nay

Woman has a tower 

Of sheer brute power

Man to her is feeble

He is just a weevil

Man has not the gall

To out his eyebrow all

He can’t go the test

To alter his breast

Woman is no knave

She has  the will to shave

Her body as it smarts

Even her body parts

She can remove all

Her ovaries so vital

She can  do things to us

And to her critical uterus

Without a mere flinch

She colours in a cinch

With red colouring

And go shopping

She hates her feet

She tries to defeat

With 3-inch heels  

The way she feels

She saturate her pores

She thinks its the cures

With sweet smells

But it  surely tells

 A jeptic in the morning

 About  any complaining

Like bad food in mud

Or even when it’s good

Nagging is her middle-name

Later she is not the same

She sags as she jogs

Maybe she’s on grogs

Mighty Jane Doe

Always on the go

In the house and kitchen

With the kids and men

Doing the laundry

And all so sundry

Hubby by the TV

Watching  hockey

She is strong

Her hours are long

After all is asleep

She snores deep

Some say this creature

Is a freak of nature

That she’s not human

She’s above any man

But behind every Jane Doe

A John Doe will follow

If we leave we have a problem

For we can’t live without them