Matadors in skirts using them as capes,
dare to taunt Mr. Testosterone’s stomping threats,
for she knows when his feet are pounding
in such a vicious rage against her brain’s logic
it is a charade of pride’s façade,
because her intuition learned long ago
his poor body can’t pump enough blood,
which can rationally power both his body and ego.
Still has she learned to not intentionally
put his Neanderthal legacy of beastly buffoonery
on display or show it off for mere entertainment.
Because that only manages to nudge his awareness enough
so he can actually become beset
with a need to prove his intelligence,
with her aware how it always results in an even bigger disaster.
So woman learns that best way to fight his bull
is gently avoiding those ways that he might cause him to understand
them jest of his natural genetic deficiencies,
rather resorting to her cunning creativity,
cleverly winning
by leading that creature inside of him
around by the nose,
while making him think those vain charges of impulse
were actually impressive.
Quietly she whispers, “ole,” when he does as she has manipulated
to which he naturally comments, “huh?”
Author notes
Prompt: Never Mock Men
A contest entry
- 23 Word Prompts to choose from by GotLilt.
1000 points, ended March 9, 2009, 21 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ha ha...I was in a funny mood to begin with, and now with reading this write."his neanderthal legacy of beastly buffoonery" .....ah loved it...
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haha a wonderful take on the promt good luck in the contest
maralisa
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This is Great! Good luck & thanks for entering.
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Love the ending...I kinda thought...I would just get out of His way...LOL, but it is love and undersanding that calms the savage beast. Well written again my friend. Blessings.
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