Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

To all those women -- strong enough to be heroes; fair enough to be ladies. This song is for you.

B is for Breasts Of which ladies have two; Once prized for the function, Now for the view

You had all these naked ladies sitting around, and a computer geek with a clip-on tie is sitting there fixing the computer,

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness