He called them baby, honey, sweetie,
Darling and things of that nature;
He mastered the lost art of flattery;
He said you're looking good tonight;
He said let's get the show on the road;
Weekends he whisked them off on
Getaways to Tahoe or Joshua Tree;
Like a rooster strutting in the barnyard
He chose among his ardent hens until
In a flash as if on the road to Damascus
He saw that if he loved only one woman
And was loved by her in return he would
More deeply fathom women's mysteries
Than if he snabbled a thousand of them.