He said he liked a clever woman
not too fat and not too slim.
She must be fair 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 pain.

She listened closely to this list
of all his dreams and all his fads,
and as he spoke she sat all quiet,
not a quip and not a snap.

Then finally, when he had finished
and she measured up his sins,
she told him not to call or phone her
for she didn't much like him.

Ruth Walters

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