Love Sonnets of an Anti-Suffragist
TO HIS LOVE, COMPLIMENTING HER ON HER LACK OF INTELLIGENCE
Mabel, my love burns with this flame intense,
Not for your beauty, though I find you fair,
Not for your charming lack of common sense,
Not for your ignorance, beyond compare.
I love you, not because I think your mind
Is empty as a flawless cup of glass,
Not for the fascination that I find
Hearing you talking like a perfect ass.
No, but because with you, as in a dream,
I seem a giant, dominant and strong,
As in real life I very seldom seem,
Or only after effort hard and long,
But you admire everything I do,
And all I say you greet with, "Oh, how true!"
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