Women and Woe

Frail or ample
Whatever the sample
Woman and woe
Together they go
And despite her claim
She is solely to blame
For  refusing to bury
The tension & the worry
In an unending quest
To satisfy the rest

A Grand Tale's Demise '11

There was once a story
Robust in its glory
Oft repeated
It became a tale
Predictable and Sorry

The Self Reliant Spinster

I am my own knight

I just bought

My own armour

I wait for nobody

Neither a king

Nor a farmer

The Serial Mother Hen

Large, glaring imperfections
Draw out the reservoir
Of my affections

I don't care
If they come sans hair
They still win
My romantic elections

For these losing men
I am Mother Hen
Till such time they qualify
For my rejection!

Nobody Starts Out Vile

Initially, nobody
Starts out vile
The infant's innocence
Could make angels smile

He seems  geared
To be more loved
Than feared
And with better potential
For empathy than guile...

The Reluctant HouseHolder

I’m still wired

To those I have sired

And to those who

Have sired me

I am far from ready

And so my master

Does not appear

Art of Concealment

Fine clothes

Of current Fashion
Highlighted hair

Diamonds sparkle

In each dainty ear

Pssst...
They are 
But a crutch

For confidence 

She hasn't much.