Women A poem by C. Robert Hilton. And if I knew everything, and told it all, it wouldn't be helpful to you. But whenever the subject is 'Woman' you have to find out for yourself. So although it can't possibly help you, I'll tell you some things I have found.
Some women seem sweet, but are ugly inside, and some are the other way round.
Some women are eager to take you, and make of you what you are not, And others will take you the way that you are, for every last thing that you've got. One treated me with fairness, though I was sorely smitten, And one who came from Belfast was as simple as a kitten, But soon turned out to be the sort the simple life depresses, Except when frequently supplied with trendy clothes and dresses. But I was young and they were mostly useful sex machines. But now and then I'd get a hint of what I might have missed When matching smiles on parting showed a memory would persist. An older one was passionate, but sparing with reproaches.