Silly Girl

So you think I am a silly girl with nothing but bubbles and hot air?
Someone who chews bubble gum and twirls her perfect hair?
Someone with out a thought in her pretty little head,
Someone whose only good use is in your manly bed.
Well let me share something with you, a secret, which is so plain,
Men keep in hidden in order to keep sane.
This pretty trinket you call woman is in fact a deadly snake.
A creature from the rib, which can devastate.
Her weapons are simple, a smile or a glance,
A giggle, or a heavy box; we know when to take our chance.
With out telling him, we take away his command. So discreetly,
Under his nose. He never learns of our plan.
I t starts out with simple chores then escalates to his land.
By the end of the game he has lost the hand.
How does this work? You wonder out loud. How could your vision become cloud?
Its simple really, it goes back to geometry.
Old Euclid had it right. Two spheres, and oval and a triangle reversed
This is how all men are cursed.
These shapes prey on man’s love for trinkets.
Pretty things with shiny ringlets.