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,

Accidental-On-Purpose Death
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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