Every man may appear
to the untrained eye
a true harquebusier
wearing jacket and tie.
And all women could be
like the old battle-ax
in their own fantasy
made of honeybee's wax.
Hence the harquebusier
takes his weapon to bed
as a true musketeer
with his bullets of lead.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-bastards/
