Bad to the Bone!

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Bad to the Bone!

Taken by God from the rib of a man
Hand crafted by the Almighty’s powerful hand
Fearfully and wonderfully made with a womb
With intricate curves in your body to make room
To form a male He used something as simple as dust
He knew you would have to nourish so He made you with a bust
To make the male using dust shows He didn’t have to dig very deep
The female is so bad that before He made her, He had to put the male to sleep
He took woman from the part of the body that provides protection
Then equally yoked her with a man for the ultimate divine connection
He looked at the male and knew that him being alone was not good
So He made him a help meet to stand with him as he stood
God knew that a male all by himself could never reproduce
So He had to make a creature who was fit for the Master’s use
Only a woman has eggs that can be fertilized and instantly become a human being
Only in a woman’s birth canal can a life begin and into the world a life God can bring
A man is not insignificant because his body produces the fertilizer for the eggs
And even though he wasn’t equipped like a woman, God did make him the head
But, when God made the woman, she was so bad it took Him all night long
So for those who think women are a lower class or inferior to men they are dead wrong
If the woman had been made first, she could have carried on without the male
This was proven when Mary was impregnated by Holy Spirit and gave birth without fail
But God in all His wisdom formed the male first and made the woman next
His word does say that two is better than one, so to make male and female was best
If you ever wondered why it is that men just can’t seem to leave women alone
It’s because they are in search of a missing part of themselves and we are just bad to the bone!

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Rhema’s Poems (34)

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