A woman's virtue,
Is her grace, of this wonderful faith.
She adorns' your palace,
With wonderful lace,
With her face, perfumed grace.
Then you come with your spike,
And give her a disastrous hike.
Leaving her plastered, disgraced.
Oh, she will give you a nice word,
Need I say; what the name calling,
She will give you back, not the adorning.
Of a beautiful name.
She will be sweet, as you treat her delicious meat,
With the right etiquette's', of the eat.
The woman's adorning,
In the morning,
Will be at your feet,
To greet you so sweet,
With the right etiquette's', to meet.
The flight will take place,
If your disgrace; is against a woman's sweet embrace.
So, becareful to take, the woman's haste,
In place of disgrace, next to the banished, marital sin,
You will not win.
