The charms of woman are not that many
And are easily bought—by a pretty penny.
If they have charms, they are human charms:
Conversation, eyes, comforting arms.
If you want to insult a woman
Praise her as a female human,
Ass, tits, cunt: things common to her
Are insulting and vulgar.
How can insults be praise?
Whether steamy nights or plain days?
So what are the charms we find?
There’s no such thing as a female mind,
Since all humans have them; none
On earth could see without the sun
Or think without a mind.
To say “the sun is male” would be unkind,
And “the mind” has no gender exactly the same;
So “female mind” is just a term to blame.
What is a female charm?
Can we say? Without doing harm?
Children have charms, soft things have charm, true,
But these insult. Littleness won’t do.
The soprano ability to sing
Might be the only thing,
But even that is done by a man;
Whatever she can do, he can.
Female animals are needed on a farm,
But how can we name a female charm?
We cannot say anything at all.
And finally, they love men. Ah. Ironic fall.