What causes a woman to ruminate?

When by all accounts she is content

Should he assume her mind is pure

And with all her wishes consent?

In all his writings should he rubricate

If that were the object of her pleasure?

How does he know of her happiness

And what would he use for a measure?

“I want to see you, but please be late”

She utters with enormous sincerity

“Or better still, don’t come at all”

She proffers with great celerity

Suddenly it is he who is left to cogitate

And think through a maze with no escape

Would it be that the only solution might be

To create a visual image of her inscape

Or perhaps just a simple tête-à-tête

Would see the resolution of the dilemma

Neither confrontations nor battles of wills

Nothing to make his poor knees tremor

Perhaps now its time that she reiterate

Is a woman ruled by heart or mind?

‘Cos in my experience it is the former

As it is with men I think you’ll find

© Bernard J Rossi