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...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE AFTER MUSIC by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY INTERVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LEARNING TO PLAY by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |