The wife is standing ower there,
Wondering what she's gonna wear,
Since she's ta'en the time and care,
Doing up her bloody hair.
So I put to her, a dare.
I dared her to go oot bare,
She looked at me, her eyes did glare,
I thought that she was gonna swear.
(But) ...
'Every~one would stop and stare,
At a sight that was so rare.
They'd think I was a silly mare,
Or even worse, not quite all there.'
Lizzy Tomlinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/-20/
