Humans

Women are called heather, and rose, but none sage or tulip. They’re called joy and gloria, but never bliss or alelulia. Some men are called happy. They’re also called glen, but not forest, or lake. They’re called rod, but never reel, or spinner, or bait. Some women are called tomatoes, and parts of some are called melons, and buns, but not croissants or lemons. There are men who are toms, and tigers, but none are rhinos or lizards; some are sharks and some are pigs. One man was called hoss.  Why was eve called eve?  Women are jeans and men are levis. I’ve never known a man called vest or a woman called dress. I knew a girl who was a skirt once, and several men who were dirt bags. No one I’ve met is named for a body part, a man named liver or pancreas, a woman named ankle or eyelash. Some men and some women are grey and blue and red but no human being is named puce or mauve or orange or crimson or turquoise. Alelulia would be a good name for some woman I knew and loved some time in the past.