An observation about counselling female girls.

Call this a rant, a venting, call it creative genius. Thanks Dr Seuss.


"As I go about what I call my work,
I recently disovered a strange little quirk.
I cannot explain it, I cannot tell why,
But with no clear reason, girls seem to cry.

They cry with their friends, they cry all alone,
They cry over email, sms and the phone.
They cry even if they don't know what its about,
And when it dawns what it its, more tears pour out.

They cry in the morning, they cry in the night,
They cry during peace, the cry in a fight.
They cry when they've lost and they cry when they've won,
This weight on my shoulders feels like it's a tonne.

Our water shortage could be just a crank,
For tears they are shedding could fill up a tank.
They cry for all problems, both big and small,
sometimes they cry for nothing at all.

They cry when they're hurt, they cry when contented,
They cry when it's cruisy, They cry when tormented.
They cry when insulted, and when complimented,
This crazy behaviour seem somewhat demented.

They cry when they're happy, they cry when the're sad,
They cry when they're bitter or moody or mad.
They cry but we love them, all that they do,
But dont let them know - that'll bring tears too."