This poem was written at a workshop and in some ways shows the differences that exist between the male and female species, though, of course, there are always exceptions.
Would You Like to Eat a Tulip?

“Would you like to eat a tulip?”
I asked a little girl.
She looked at me, wide-eyed and innocent
And gave a little smile.
She shook her head, and turned her leg
And pondered for a while.
Then she sniffed and touched a petal
And ran the proverbial mile.

“Would you like to eat a tulip?”
I asked a little boy.
He stared at me incredulously
And scratched his tufted head.
He scratched his arm, a knee, his nose
He stretched upon his toes,
Then, breathing heavily
He said “Yeah, OK, I suppose.”