To the Girls
by Nancy Adams
Men are like barbed wire
you get caught on
when you’re trying to mind your own business
Helen,
It was your face,
that bewitching face
So pale and wan
that caused a thousand ships
to burn
A legend down
your slender hands alone
held the match
How could you?
And Anna K.,
How could you?
It’s all your fault. You made a mess of everything
It’s lucky the Count could still keep up his
busy social schedule
And your husband-write his books
No thanks to you
and all your charm and graces
your slender shoulders bear the blame
of centuries of seduction
Guinevere, Guinevere, we saved the best
for last
the woman who had it all
Money
Looks and
A kingdom and an army
to call her very own
How could you?
Singlehandedly
break the Round Table
in
two?
Oh, it takes two to tango?
And a third to play the music?
No, we think you danced
The Tarantella
all
alone
The nunnery’s too good for you
It’s hell to be beautiful
Cleopatra,
Could take care of herself
