oh beware beware of angry women
their wild eyes flash their hair undone
the wind howls pass through their nostrils
beware of them ! I told you so ...!
angry women oft anger men
and breed angry angry children
one day in may three days in march
and by june' s end, it shows, alas !!
an army full of angry men
march pass my barn, upset my hens:
they lay their eggs wrinkly and morphed
like cartons for display in shops .
" where are your wives ? or your sweathearts ?"
" All' s angry, angry !" one man sobbed.
" Why! odd, how now, do tell me more !"
" Leave me ! I beg you!" He withdraws.
an angry woman, their man' s neck,
would burden over time, will break .
Men oft so love what' s pure and fair
they open doors and pull the chairs
on which they hope fair maidens sit
and let their hands wander a bit ...
So little lamb, I hope you learn
my valuable little lesson
to his embrace be true and sweet
hide all contempts unto defeat !!!!!!
(04/13/03)
