CHARM is a woman's strongest arm; My charwoman is full of charm; I chose her, not for strength of arm But for her strange, elusive charm. And how tears heighten woman's powers! My typist weeps for hours and hours: I took her for her weeping powers -- They so delight my business hours. A woman lives by intuition. Though my accountant shuns addition She has the rarest intuition. (And I myself can do addition.) Timidity in girls is nice. My cook is so afraid of mice. Now you'll admit it's very nice To feel your cook's afraid of mice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THIS DARK HOUSE by EDWARD DAVISON THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID by ROBERT HENRYSON TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY A PERFECT SONNET by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LE ROI EST MORT. VIVE LE ROI! by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |