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 scream at a mouse,
but 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 tea-pot
and aim for his head.

Beautiful and keenly sighted,
yet blind, 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 man,
or make him her lackey
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 kiss you one minute,
then turn up her nose.

She'll win you in 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.