If you’re a man in a book by Beryl,
believe me, you’re in very great peril!
Unsure of purpose, weak and wobbly,
or stern and strong, small bum, knees knobbly,
before the end will stop your breath!
You’ll find it’s a girl who’s the great Prime Mover
when your Fate sucks you in like a ghastly Hoover.
Wolves are around in girl-sheep apparel
(just one girl once ended up in a barrel).
Truth is no object. Stick out no necks –
and keep away from that opposite sex!
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