Tell me what is it with women <br />that makes them so strange it's untrue <br />when your up to your eyes <br />in your work to survive <br />they complain that there's nothing to do <br /> <br />Is it simply I don't understand them <br />do all men like me feel the same <br />what is the problem with women <br />they want to get inside your brain <br /> <br />It's not as if I didn't like them <br />in my time I've met quite a few <br />then just when you think <br />that your lifes in the pink <br />they announce that they've met someone new <br /> <br />Is it maybe a medical problem <br />has an antedote ever been made <br />it would sure be a boon <br />if it made us immune <br />to the womanly whiles that they play <br /> <br />They surely know how to get to you <br />and sometimes they don't even speak <br />then they wait till the heavens are bucketing down <br />before saying the cars got a leak <br /> <br />I've never known anything like them <br />I guess it's just all down to luck <br />tell me what is it with women <br />that makes me love them so much.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-6/
