You are? Not any woman.
Not a wife.
You'd let her twirl you,
give her a good glee
Showing your leaping ruby to a friend.
Though twirling would be meek.
Since not a cork
Could you allow, for being made
A woman would be wise to think it well
If once a week you only rang the bell.
Written by Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000)
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