Requiem of A Cougar

I wrote this while listening to Michael Jackson's, Dirty Diana...

Her hair was done and on her face was a smile Her fingernails and toenails were meticulously filed She was impeccably dressed in her own special style She would be remembered for her beauty for a long long while

Gathered around her was a very unique crowd You would expect this bunch to be rowdy and loud But they all stood there politely with their heads bowed So well behaved a Sunday school teacher would have been proud

But none of them were praying they were all in their own minds Remembering their thoughts about her of a sexual kind If you could not see her strong affect on them you must be blind Such overwhelming devotion to someone you very seldom find.

Well the truth is she was a cougar for three quarters of her life She never had the slightest interest in becoming any man's wife She loved her younger men but marriage brought on too much strife And besides knowing it was temporary gave her trysts that much more spice

The thing about this crowd they said numbered over nine hundred and ten Is that the entire gathering, except for her, was made up of all men There were many more out side that just couldn't fit in In the eyes of the church with every one of them she committed a sin.

They ranged in age from 24 to 105 Some young and virile and some barely alive And every one of them the cougar had taken for a ride That every man she was with wondered if he would survive

Then all at once a couple 24 year olds broke out into tears Then the crying spread to the rest until crying men was all you could hearAll that Macho and Machismo they had seemed to disappear They were seeing her for the last time the realization of their worst fear

At one time or another the cougar had taken each one of them back to her layer And only God and the man knew what she did to them there But there was screaming and crying and there was always a prayer and every man jack amongst them was happy under the cougar's care

When her heart finally gave out she was ninety six years old She was entertaining a quartet or thats how the story was told She went through the first 3 and they were passed out cold And she died in the arms of number 4 a man that was 105 years old

Well that's the story of the cougar, like all good things it comes to an end There will never be another like her, she was too unique to be a trend There was never a man that she was with that did not want her again Even at 96 yeas old the young boys still got excited when invited to the cougar's den.....