Please permit me, all ladies
To sit down on my minstrel's seat
And tell these sweet stories to all men
And women
Sweet stories about the phases in the life
Of a woman
Stories when I told my girlfriend Joy
Her heart was filled withjoy
And she laughed out loud
There is the first phase of sexy hips up
As if she dances to hip hop
And on her pubic, fuzz so black, appear
She gets scared and in despair
There is a second period of monthly period
When the gore flows heavily
And her pad glues to her pudenda
A period not decent forthe descender
There is the third period when the two udders
Under her chest get busty and stand
And cause the man's tissue to stand
The period when all her toasters, she orders
There is also the fourth phase
When she searches for a fine face
Of her Adam and she hates being 'Miss'
Though she cannot toast a man she misses
She prays earnestly and God gives her a match
And the fifth stage comes with conception
After series of contacts, without contraception
When she becomes pregnant and not too elegant
She bathes and barfs
And her pastor comforts her
That her labour will have no pain
Like the Hebrew woman
The sixth phase is the period of birth and nurture
When she hates to see her child in torture
She fight her hubby
Who chides her child like his hobby
And there's a relief period of menopause
Wherein from the labour room; she has to pause
The seventh phase
Like God who rested on the seventh day