On a Jab




Here we are again, Dawn,
My companion in complexity;
The month is past and you, poor pawn,
Must once more face perplexity.

Ouch!And in the fleshy thigh
The viscous hormone takes its space;
And you, my Dawn, will by and by
Slow down - and lose the human race.

You it was who like to see
The lovely girls in tram and bus;
I am he, with fancy free,
Who'll bring "God's wrath" on both of us.

For, as the hormone courses through
Our common arteries and veins,
There will be less and less of you
And what you lose my lover gains.

It's dusk for Dawn, who one day thought
She'd win and make our body hers,
And dawn for me, since science brought me
Monthly maleness, jabbed by nurse!

© David W Solomons 1979