Being a Woman is Tuff: Part 1: When She is still Young!

Being a woman is Tuff,
And this is no bluff.
Believe me, I take this glory
Of telling you a true story!

Being a woman is Tuff…
For, she has to brace
Her femininity with grace,
From the time she is still young.
She becomes not so young
And supports within a blaze,
Attracting thousands of gaze.
Amusement makes her ground,
The praises of Teds around.
Holding this brawn femininity,
With a certain anonymity,
She becomes a trendy chic,
Truly to blow the mighty dick.
Unaware of her ingenious wonder,
She Keeps the boys along ponder
Of her size
If it looks nice?
She is busy endlessly
Rolling her locks perkily.
She grins to check her smile
If it turns the things agile?
She turns ultra fair
Taking her extra care,
Adding Synthetic blush,
To her cheek’s plush
Her short Red attire
Is enough to mire
The party guests.
The fat cats bursts
With an air of jealousy
Of her lassie legacy.
Yes, she flips out all the beans
When she is still green!

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