THE WOMAN I AM GOING TO WED
The woman I am going to wed Will be as rare as rubies red.
No common, lumpish maid for me, No blue-eyed blonde, dumb, empty, free; No lady of the saloon bar, - No luscious bint or movie star.
Nor quiet, little grey-eyed mouse Who never stirs from out the house.
No Amazon or green-eyed cat Who'll always ask me what I'm at.
No clinging wench with tearful eyes To shroud my days like clouded skies. .
No straight-haired jane with Honours Certs., Big specs, blue socks untidy skirts.
No Scottish lass or socks, maid,
Nor lyric Welsh with voice unstayed. All these are not for me.
She shall come from Shakespeare's land, With sparkling eyes and gentle hand, Who yet can smile and dance and play- Both cook and dress, my cares allay ; Be pal and witch adorable, Excitement's child, yet sensible, Enchant me, seeming never mine, But ever and anon, like wine Surrendering all its bottled zest, Caressing in my arms caressed.
Her eyes may be what hue they may, Her hair or brown or black or grey ; I care not how her beauty fall So long as she be shapely, tall, So long as she's intelligent Doth love me true, is Godward bent. This is the girl that I shall wed And take to love and share my bed. H. T. BoNt.
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