WHIMS

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 87, 27 January 1947, Page 3

WHIMS

Women’s ways are whimsical, Ecstatic and exciting, Their moods are most perplexing, ’Twixt repelling and inviting; Man is certainly inventive, But lack the feminine incentive And intuition to espy Things unapparent to the eye; In Eden when the lights were dim, Eve indulged in her fatal whim. When her pearlies met in stolen fruit, And she persuaded Adam to follow suit. All along the trail of ages, During peace and strife’s mad rages, Whimsical woman has kept the pace And mothered each succeeding race, Indulged in her furbelows and frills, Attended man through all his ills, Woman-like, has teased and coaxed him Scolded, praised and often hoaxed him; Let socialogists have their say,, All the hapless sins of day, Would oft be in a hopeless fix, Were not women there to mix The bitter and the sweet together, And pilot them through stormy weather, To where like sailors home from sea, They rest and enlarge boastfully, Of the storms that they’ve seen through, While women had nothing else to do, But sit at home and wait and weep, And by the fire, warm slippers keep, Like a mother who lists to her boastful boy; They mix their sorrow with their joy, As they think of what men must face alone, When their guiding hand and eye are gone; In spite of women’s whims and wiles, And the havoc wrought by their frowns and smiles, Life would indeed a desert be, Without their whimsical company. H. SERGANT.