Bow Wow
This is so the entire world through,
You imagine a maiden loves yough—
Like the wind bends the bough,
You are bent by the rough,
Then left and forsaken—bough-wough.
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Before marriage,
With wondrous care,
She seeks the mirror
And bangs her hair.
After marriage,
With angry glare,
She grabs her slipper
And bangs her heir.
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