MY GIRL'S ROOM
An angel of truth and
a dream of friction
Woman is a bundle of
contradiction
She's afraid of a wasp,
Will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle her husband
alone in the house.
She'll take him for better,
She'll take him for worse
She'll break open his
head and then be his nurse.
But when he's well and
can get out of bed.
She'll pick up the tea-pot
and throw it at his head.
Beautiful, keen sighted
and blind,
Crafty and cruel, simple
and kind.
She'll call him a king
and then make him a clown.
Raise him on a pedestal,
and then flat down.
She inspires him to deeds
that ennoble man,
Or make him her lackey
to carry her fan.
She'll run away from
him and never come back
But if she runs away
she'll be on his own tracks
You fancy she's
is that, but she's that
She plays like kitten
and bites like cat
In the morning she'll
sing, But in the evening she'll not
She always does the contrary
to what she ought
Sour as vinegar, sweet
as a rose
Kiss you one minute,
then turn up her nose
She'll win you in range,
enchant you in silk
She is stronger than
brandy, milder than milk
INFACT REVENGEFUL, MERRY
AND SAD,
HATES YOU LIKE POISON,
BUT LOVES YOU LIKE MAD.
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