SHE WORLD

They say it's a patriotic world

But I beg to differ with old

I know old is gold

But even in those old days

The she use to rule bays

But lay low not to show

For showing was not their styles to tales

I remember well when they needed she

At night though, the she will willingly advice

In private pet chambers 

So dark not to allow the dark spirit

Spill the beans during the day

Because that would have been a say 

Of all the days to come may

So they too decide to be careful

When swallowing the wisdom from her

Come to think of it 

Who was seeing the bushy fence,

The compound needing lawnmower

If not her whispers at dark hours?

The he will wake up with the panga

Ready to cut down the unwanted 

And whose ideas was it from?

I think it has always been the she world 

All along but only in the dark space

Because if it's lit the he will feel so embarrassed to embrace the advice

So they had decide to let it be her way

But in dark rooms.

When they decided to marry

From the decoration to decorum

Whose ideas carry the day??

What of the theme and colour of the event?

The she will and shall always rule in silent

As the he be the head in open airs

Not that the she is complaining 

No it was discussed and prearranged

She just needs some fresh air 

And a little light to luminate ideas well

But remember a head is a head 

No matter its factored function

If the tail can propel the head in darkness

So be it so long as the head does exactly what the tail had prescribe in her  tales

And peace prevail the she has no problem.

So let the tail propels the head as it leads.