A new poem by Adel
The Sumerian Anunnaki advised,
In a tablet for the wise,
That clever men should date a blond,
And marry a brunet,
The brunet will wait for you,
He said,
The blond will make you wait,
Fast food for brunets is perfect,
And a drink on the go will make her glad,
Champaign for the blond is cheap,
But a banquet is not so bad,
A brunette is happy with a candle,
And a blond unhappy with every light.
And when you take a brunet out,
The coins in your pocket are fine,
But nothing for the blond will do
Except a gold mine,
That said quoting others,
It is not declared yet,
But an ancient war is still raging,
Between blonds and brunets,
And as brunets call for peace,
Blonds are massing for battle,
Who will win? Nobody knows,
The only place where they will be equal,
Is in a room with no light,
But truth must be said,
Though intolerant of criticism,
And always think they are right,
Fearless can be the blond,
And if challenged they will fight,
And most will have a softer heart,
Easily moved by strong emotions,
And when viewed a moving scene,
Their eyes water and chest heaves,
And almost suddenly,
The cheeks are drenched with tears,
Why so?
Ask Adam,
Most of them are his daughters,
Willing or eager to please,
And this is only one reason,
Why flirting and chatting up,
Is unlikely soon to cease.
