An angel in truth, a demon in fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction.
She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle a stranger alone in the house.
She can be sour as vinegar or sweet as a rose,
She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose,
She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk,
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk;
You'll fancy she's this, but you'll find she's that.
For she'll play like a kitten and bite like a cat.
In the morning she will, in the evening she won't,
And if you're expecting she does, then she don't.
At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad,
She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.
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