There is a riddle I discovered
‘Tis very tricky
You will see
Before we get started
Let us make a pact
As I prepare to present you
My opinionated facts
There is one rule of thumb
You, however, must follow
The only clue I will offer
You cannot be shallow
Politely you ask
I proceed, with a please
As you anxiously await my version
Of the birds and of bees
Are you ready?
Well, here goes
Just a little reminder
My friends and my foes
You mustn’t be quick
To disagree
Now again back
To my story
Many myths on masculinity
Feeble fables of femininity
Tall tales of give and take
Stories of controversy
Are at stake
There is cosmic sensuality
Strong women at core are men
There is human sexuality
Great men at core are women
Confused yet?
Please do not be
There is so much more
‘N now for my poem
Of enlightening metaphor
A woman’s mind
Is like the head of a penis
Easily aroused
When stroked with thoughts of genius
A woman’s spirit
Is like that of the shaft
Excitedly approaching climax
As she masters her craft
A woman’s heart
Is like an orgasm
Whose burst of emotive energy
Causes muscles to spasm
A woman’s soul
Is like that of the scrotum
Inhabiting a plethora of semen
With an infinite number of possibilities
A woman’s body
Is like the shrine men call penis
Strong, erect, hard
Smooth pillar of beautiful flesh
Monument to the Love Goddess Venus
Answer to my riddle
What is the nature of a man?
What is the essence of a woman?
Circa 1995
