Moods of a Woman
An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction.
She's afraid of a wasp, will cream at a mouse,
But will tackle her boyfriend alone in the house.
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 aim for his head.
Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind and crafty and cruel,
Yet simple and kind.
She'll call him a king, then make him a clown,
Raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down.
She'll inspire him to deeds that ennoble a man,
or make him her lacked to carry her fan.
She'll run away from him and never come back,
But if he runs away, then she'll be on his tracks.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She'll love you one minute then turn up her nose.
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk.
At times she'll be vengeful, merry, and sad,
She'll hate you like poison and love you like mad.
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