Sixes and Sevens

Women are bright as the sun, but bolder,

smart as any tamer's whip;

right off my burly boastful shoulder

they've knocked each trace of every chip!


Women are glorious as the heavens,

can charm the hell out of any snake;

oh, women have me at sixes and sevens---

of them, I don't know what to make!

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-01 at 18:46

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