Telling it straight.
He said he liked a clever woman
not too fat and not too slim.
She must be smart and have big bosoms,
never swear or ‘back chat' him.
He said she'd have to mind her manners,
always dress to please and then,
he told her she should never nag him,
for he couldn't stand the din.
She listened closely as he spoke
of all his dreams and all his fads,
and as she let him natter on
she sat quiet on her hands.
Then when he had finally finished
and she found her self esteem
she told him not to call or phone her
for she didn't much like him.
poem by Ruth Walters
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