Happy Woman

 

I.
Her dear old mama said she was a
blessed beauty
from her
rosy-pinched cheeks to her
lemon-squeezed curls.
But she mustn’t smile, no
lest her crooked teeth show.

II.
Her dear young beloved said she was a
precious little thing
from her
teeny-tiny waist to her
paper-thin skin.
But she mustn’t smile, no
lest her crooked teeth show.

III.
Her dear old suitor said she was a
trophy to be held
from her
child-bearing hips to her
prayer-bowed head.
But she mustn’t smile, no
lest her crooked teeth show.

IV.
Her dear young lad said she was a
good ol’ lady
from her
sing-song whisper to her
apple-slicing hands.
But she mustn’t smile, no
lest her crooked teeth show.

V.
She said she was a
happy woman
from her
placid-mud eyes to her
creaseless-bow lips.
But she mustn’t smile, no
lest her crooked teeth show.

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