There are girls who like a lover
Poised expectantly above her,
But you also get the one
Whose ambitions will be – nun!
There are girls who like a fling,
With no question of a ring,
But some others are there who
Need to hear that loud, ‘I do!’
There are girls who like a suitor
That will always, her, be true-ter,
But, again, some like a man
Who give joy to many, can.
There are girls who pleasure seek
Every day of every week,
But their sisters like it more
When less often they can score.
There are girls who find appealing
When there is a fellow feeling,
Others, though, prefer it, much,
Kept completely out of touch.
There are girls who like grand entry –
Fine, upstanding, like a sentry –
For, not many men can please
Just by slouching in ‘at ease’.
There are girls who love a beau
Who can really give a go,
Though of others are there some
Wishing he had never come.
There are girls who find effectual
Men supremely intellectual,
But far more prefer to gain
From things other than the brain.
There are girls who like a role
Rather passive, on the whole;
Other active ones you’ll find
Who espouse a bump and grind.
There are girls who, horrified,
This here rhyme may well deride,
But their shock is due, one finds,
To what is within their minds.