Confused /
by femme attitudes,/
I soon knew/
I must face the task/
and ask/
a desired woman/
a difficult question.

Thinking twice,/
I sought advice/
from a female friend./
She looked at me, and then/
She queried, soft and slow: /
“Why ask me? You are Cyrano.”

And I recalled there’s always room/
for another white plume.