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Who can a woman please?

What are the beauties of life?

What are the pleasures you’ve known?

They are misery by the side of a nagging wife

They are quickly swine’s way blown


I could be this, that or more

I could be them, they and sore

It is nothing to her piscine taste

Incite by blood, she wriggles to lie to waste


Who can a woman please?

None, in a state of ease