Saint Eule - The Tern and The Eagle.

Hundreds of terns scattered along the path,
Frolicking like the women in the market.
Picking through the earths meal make me laugh,
To seize a bargain in the in the aftermath.

I think women like to shop more than anything.
More than garden, more than sing.
They are like the tern sailing from shop to shop.
You heard it said, they will go till they drop.

Men are quite opposite like the eagle they seek.
A rabbit in a field or mouse in their beak.
The hardware store to replenish some screws or some nails.
To rebuild the roof or the mower before it fails.

Perfumes and soap, linens and apparel- what a laurel.
They dance in aisles, like there is no tomorrow.
As we lose our patience, narrow understanding.
This ritual of shopping to a man is so demanding.

Thank God for the women, says the keeper of the shop.
If it were not for the girls, our economy would go plop.
I surely count my blessings at the end of the weeks.
But we are two different birds, with two different beaks.

Saint Eule

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