A new poem by Adel
The Sumerian Anunnaki advised,
In a tablet for the wise,
That clever men should date a blonde,
And marry a brunette,
The brunette will wait for you,
He said,
The blonde will make you wait,
Fast food for brunettes is perfect,
And a drink on the go will make her glad,
Champaign for the blonde is cheap,
But a banquet is not so bad,
A brunette is happy with a candle,
And a blonde unhappy with every light.
And when you take a brunette out,
The coins in your pocket are fine,
But nothing for the blonde will do
Except a gold mine,
That said quoting others,
It is not declared yet,
But an ancient war is still raging,
Between blondes and brunettes,
And as brunettes call for peace,
Blondes 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 blondes,
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 some flirting and chatting up,
Is unlikely soon to cease.
