Girls wolf whistle as they see men in tight stubby shorts,
And whilst they try to attract the attention of these uninterested
men,
They are in a peer group of women learning first grab of a man's
heart,
And wearing tight jeans, showing off their torpedoes enjoying this
tempting time.
But the men keep to themselves and laugh at their own jokes,
And making sure that the women don't hear what they say,
So one of the sexes will have to decide to make the real move,
To separate the men from the boys and the women from the girls.
Each watches, each every momentous move,
Gambling bets are taken to see who's got the 'guts',
There is no music around, there is no building in sight,
Heavy bushes and forests surround them all.
There is no time to kill as dark will soon arrive,
To quieten the noises of discussions that followed on each day.
Now the trumpeters of background music do their entrance tune,
And now the crowds no talk and watch with alarming care.
To no gutfull feel the woman casually with across to the men,
So, their bouncing torpedoes can be seen from a thousand miles
away.
The men take off their stubbies and their underclothes,
To reveal, they are a real star of their own sex appeal.
Nine months later all women give birth to a child,
Whilst the men are now concerned of little independence they will
have.
They worry of a new life to look after,
And their star sex appeal now fades away.
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