Oh women, you apples on trees! <br />Only courted by honey bees <br />The best of you are at the top <br />few men have the guts to climb up. <br /> <br />The fear of them falling to ground <br />and staying there, never be found. <br />So many look under the tree <br />pick the fallen ones only to see <br />that the ones at the top are in wait <br />for the right one to come, not too late. <br /> <br />But the courage required to climb <br />and the journey that takes so much time <br />and the fear of a slip <br />are the reasons they skip <br />the best apples so high on their own, <br />(No bad apples are ever alone) . <br /> <br />And men, you delectable grapes <br />come in sizes, surprises and shapes. <br />While you dream of a romp <br />it's the women who stomp <br />all the crap out of you, nasty sinner <br />only then will they take you to dinner. <br /> <br />With some patience and skill <br />they eventually will <br />make the grapes of you men in to wine <br />then to take some small sips <br />with their ruby red lips <br />let you mumble the words 'you are mine'.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-are-apples-men-are-wine/
