Picture is of a wolf courting couple
Hunting on a Saturday Night.
It’s Saturday night and they’re all on the town
The boys hunt for girls and the girls hunt for boys
Towering heels click on pavements of stone
The girls all whine that there isn’t much choice.
Then four hours later, money well spent?
Fall outs break out and bitching is rife
Everyone’s pissed at a nightclub event
The atmosphere’s thick with a sense of strife
The hunting gets serious; testosterone rises.
She wolves use lipstick and perfume to tempt,
the males that are prowling snaffling their prizes.
The females just sneer and show their contempt.
Soon they are circling, the music gets louder
daring each other to join in the dance,
who will be first of the baying male crowd there
to grab the first female, and not leave it to chance ?
And suddenly silence, the hunting is pausing
The rules have been broken reaction is swift
Wolves are now howling a fight has been caused and
bottles are flying, there’s blood and there’s fists.
The she wolves are watching aroused by the action
of the dogs who continue their hormone lit fight.
The females are bored there’ll be no satisfaction,
so get ready for hunting next Saturday night.
Copyright: Diana Leighton March 2012
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