Its written in history that women's a mystery!!!

This is perhaps not the direction i wanted to give the poem when i started it, in fact i never even thought I will complete it. Had started writing it 5 days back and gave up due to lack of interest. But after someone to whom i had shown the incomplete version asked me 3-4 times if i had completed the same. I was tempted to take a shot and complete it so here it goes
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Girls are a wonderful species
And on that any man can write a theses

This is the color u like
Last time around u wore spike

Your birthday is on june sixteenth
We had coffee together on last nineteenth

Your first gift was a chocolate bar
The road we walked on that night dint have tar

Well all that i remember about you
Because as a brother i always imagined you

You were always my best friend dude
Dont think i am being rude

Now thats strange since men
Dont have such good acumen

We dont know what we wore yesterday
Sometimes not even if today is monday or tuesday

If we remember some details of someone
Its mostly cos they were totally bad or extreme fun

Even in which case we seldom remember their name
Well its true even though it sounds lame

Very many times have we forgotten our moms birthday
Brothers job title, sisters ambition seldom in mind stay

I am saying that gals seem to be lying
Just that its weird they remember so much about someone they arent vying

May be there is something more to it than what they say
I guess this mystery too is here to stay

After all its written in the annals of history
That a women is a mystery

cheers,
--Badri--