Title: Women, The One Mystery No Man Can Understand
Character POV: Booker
Genre: Humor
What is it with women?
They take forever to do anything.
Whether it be cooking,
Cleaning,
Or most of all,
The one thing every man gets annoyed with,
Getting Dressed.
They seem to gather,
They're just drawn to the mall,
And they have to drag us with them,
Usually kicking and screaming.
To hold their purses, boxes, and bags.
My wife's got enough shoes to fit every woman in the world,
Yet she still buys more,
She has a whole closet full of clothes,
Yet when a special dinner comes up,
She has to go buy something new from the mall,
Because she never has a thing to wear,
And if she buys a new dress,
She has to buy a new pair of shoes so it will match,
She has to buy a new necklace,
And new earrings.
Women,
The one mystery no man will ever ever understand.
I'm a writer,
Mysteries is my business,
And yet I,
And no detective,
Not even Sherlock Holmes,
Could figure out women.