OUR FRIEND THE ENEMY
TO HIS LOVE, SUGGESTING A CONGENIAL TOPIC
Come, Mabel, let us spend a pleasant hour
Telling what silly creatures women are.
Will not that be delectable, my Flower,
My Angel-Princess, Queen and Guiding Star?
Come, let us two Olympians be gay,
Jesting about your sex's lack of truth,
Their cowardice, their vanity, the way
They cling, though agéd, to the garb of youth;
Their mental powers, charming, but absurd;
Their inability to do or plan;
And then, my darling, you may say your word
In praise of that supreme creation, Man.
What's that you say? That not all men are great?
Your thought, my Mabel, savours of sex-hate.
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