Moods of A Woman
Anonymous
An angel of truth and a dream of fiction
A woman is a bundle of contradiction
She’s afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse
But she will tackle her boyfriend 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 teapot and aim at his head
Beautiful and keenly sighted
Yet blind, crafty and cruel
Looks poised though deep inside she’s frightened
Yet simple, kind and cool
She’ll call him a king, and then make him a clown
Raise him on a pedestal, and then knock him flat down
She’ll inspire him to deeds that ennoble man
Or make him her lucky 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 a vinegar, sweet as a rose
She’ll kiss you one minute then turn up her nose
She’ll win you in a range, enchant you in silk
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
