Once upon a time in a brewery,
Is the host of man’s refinery,
Producing juice sparkling like jewelry,
With the most complex of all machinery.
Is this just a factory,
Or a mere hyperbole of poetry?
Such were the questions we posed,
To the tour guide who spoke.
He continued with intent,
“Inside this structure is a multi-storey
All men who tried climbing,
Never reached her peak of understanding”
She like to be pampered,
Especially when tempered.
Her sorrow may need your console,
Yet in her bliss, you mustn’t lose control.
Such an oxymoron of a factory,
Built by the master brewer story.
Complex in nature, frail by stature,
Embodied in one feminine structure.
Advise her without being stern,
If you intend to keep her in your pen.
Smiles maybe as beautiful as stars,
But tears can turn into scars.
Ask them to choose, they prefer the latter.
Yes, simple words just to flatter.
Be so kind and it turns into obligation,
But frugality is seen as starvation.
Abundance of it, makes too sweet,
The Luck of it brings silly tweets.
Like the sides of a coin,
Only one part is shown at a glance.
Toss her well when given the chance.
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