Young Courtney was much into feeling, <br />she liked men, even boys to be kneeling. <br />When a Westpoint cadet <br />heard her shout 'no, not yet', <br />he came quickly and messed up the ceiling. <br /> <br />From that day she has changed her demeanour, <br />she got prickly and also much meaner. <br />Then she hatched a cute plan <br />which declared every man <br />a pathetic, inedible wiener. <br /> <br />Then a wise man told Courtney one day <br />that the seat of man's brain in some way <br />hangs between his two legs <br />framed by flaccid-skin eggs <br />and that girls were created to play. <br /> <br />So she travelled in search of some action, <br />though herself not a real attraction, <br />they played poker instead, <br />let her go to her bed <br />in the hope of some self-satisfaction. <br /> <br />Thus you see how that honed her life skills, <br />she saw others who tilted at Mills. <br />But she only could watch <br />never felt a true crotch, <br />though the pheromones got in her gills. <br /> <br />In the forum and out on the street <br />she is scathing and lusting to beat <br />those who seem to be men <br />but again and again <br />she falls down and ends up at their feet. <br /> <br />Let me close lest it turns to obsession <br />I shall honour and practice discretion. <br />It is always quite clear <br />that a human's own fear <br />masquerades as a bold self-possession.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/milestones-for-courtney/
