My friend Bastet can make hilarious and moving poetry from anything. But I think she’s outdone herself with this ode that grew out of an exchange of comments from my last post.

Bastet and Sekhmet's Library

Group Effect

Ninja stuff-finding radar

My man wouldn’t get far
Without my Ninja stuff-finding radar.
When he needs something you see,
Helplessly, he relies completely on me,
’cause I’m a woman.

Frantic – he looks for his keys or his socks!
Panic hits – he can’t find what he wants!
Finally I move forward – I turn on that radar,
Skillfully with panache I find what he’s lost,
’cause I’m a woman.

Doubtless women can lose things too.
But they just keep on looking without further ado.
Searching they move things until the lost is found.
No one feels awestruck, this just doesn’t astound,
’cause they’re women.

Now men are a different breed altogether.
How can we expect them to find things at all?
Unless there’s a woman with her Ninja radar,
Stress overpowers them, leaves them agape,
’cause they’re not woman.

So my dear ladies don’t be surprised.

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