Epitome of male stupidity
when warriors wage they have control as thus:
He stands, alone, amidst bloodthirsty Roman crowd.
Our hero waits to see what will emerge.
His metal mail, his honed and sharpened sword
no defense for his host behind the door.
A buzzing crowd of bees he best explore
than meet this group of ladies he’ll implore;
his harried HAREM full of female views.
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Great rhythm in this one, Jacqueline! 🙂
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