THE MOODS OF WOMEN
She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle a stranger alone in the house.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose,
She'll win you in rage, 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.
What's with this? There is a little discrimination going on around here. You're being a feminist here. Lighten up, I can read between the lines. I don't know if you will agree with waht I've read. Nice ironies playing.
ReplyDeletelol. There is some truth to it, for some women, that is. actually, I just found the whole thing funny. :)
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