NOVEMBER Away with vanity of Man, Now comes to visit here The Maiden Aunt, The Puritan, The Spinster of the year. She likes a world thats furnished plain, A sky thats clean and bare, And garments eminently sane For her consistent wear. Let others deck them as they please In frill and furbelow. She scorns alike the fripperies Of flowers and of snow. Her very speech is shrewd and slight, With innuendoes done; And all of her is hard, thin light Or shadow sharp as sun. Indifferent to the drifting leaf And innocent of guile, She scarcely knows there dwells a brief Enchantment in her smile. So love her with a sparing love. That is her private fashion, Who fears the August ardor of A demonstrated passion. Yet love her somewhat. It is meet, And for our own defense, After October to find sweet Her chilly common sense. PHYLLIS MCGINLEY
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 00:11:21 +0000
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