THE MOODS OF A WOMAN
An angel of truth and a dreamer of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction.
She's afraid of a wasp, and will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle a stranger alone in the house.
Sour as vinegar, Sweet as a rose,
She'll kis you one miniute, then turn up her nose.
She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk,
She'll be stronger than brandy, then milder than milk.
At times she'll be vengefull, and merry and sad,
She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.
THE MOODS OF A MAN
Hungry.
Horny.
Sleepy.
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