Woman

Woman is by aptitude

Destined to servitude;

Extremely cruel and proud

She's by no reason bowed

By law nor governance cowed;

Of her dowry boastful

Of each good way neglectful

Of idle paths she's heedful.

 

She'll do nothing in its day

Observes no middle way;

She lies down if she's stroked

And leaps up if provoked;

A white hot flame in ferment

Like ice in disappointment,

She'll do no wanted thing,

She's storm without ending