And So My Son

And so my son
we have left
the best
and the worst
to last

You have asked me
what I know
of women
and I wonder
what to say

How long
have you got?
for you will need
nothing less
than a lifetime

and then some

Of one thing I am sure
never think that women
want to be understood
they want tenderness
and love, sensitivity
kindness and perpelexingly
mysteriously they want you
as they will say
to be there for them
as if you could
be somewhere else.

So you hone and buff
your gentle loving arts
only then to find
aggression turns them on
masculinity unleashed
excites your lover’s blood
then when you are rampant
with animal desire they
smile sweetly and pouring
passion-chilling water
douse your raging fire


Not being understood
Is the essence of womanhood
Just when you think you know
the place to touch - it moves
to somewhere else and though
you follow, it sneaks back
to where it was before.
This is called not knowing
a woman’s body properly
Not knowing is the sexual zen
Of baffled loving men.

Beware the words
"Is that all you want?"
never be confused by
the interogative clear tone
this is not a question
and even if it was
the answer is not yes
“of course not” gives you time
to think of something better
but if she changes tack
then be smart son let her

“You no longer love me”
is best ignored I think
but if she won’t talk football
before you take it seriously
before you even blink
your wits about you keep
for if you start on this one
you’ll never get to sleep
and if exhausted drained you nod
expect a rude awakening to
“you selfish thoughtless sod”

But, when joking’s done
this I’ve really learned
lamb to woman’s-slaughter son
if you will respect them
listen hard then learn
like your women first
befriend them if you can
then when in love they give you
All that they can be
They will show you ecstasy
And then you won’t need me