The Female Form
I was looking at an example of,
A beautiful female form.
You could say it ticked all the right boxes,
It was so gracefully adorned.
I'd seen no other like it,
Exquisite in every way.
'Full bodied' best described it,
So far from workaday.
No mention of 'vital statistics',
Nor the colour of the eyes.
No height in feet and inches,
And all that that implies.
The part that really caught my eye,
Was entitled 'About Me'.
She wrote of dreams (not fantasies),
And finding liberty.
The deed was done right there and then,
There was no other choice.
I knew I'd offer her the job,
Even 'fore I'd heard her voice.
The others, for the most part, said,
How wonderful they were,
How astonishingly full of cred,
How much they would deliver.
One hundred plus percent they claimed
They'd bring it to my table.
Team players, extra miles they'd go,
(Hmmm...sheep clothed in shiny sable?)
Oh leave it out, you pudden-heads!
Who d'ya think you're trying to kid?
It's not about your super-ego,
The truth lies in your id.
[Disclaimer: Please note that I use Freud's concepts of super-ego and id as convenient shorthand for the human characteristics loosely described by those concepts (and because id rhymes with kid!). Freud has been fairly comprehensively debunked by Frederick Crews in his book "Follies of the Wise" in which he concludes that Freud was indeed making it up as he went along.]
