Wednesday, November 15, 2006

What my Daddy sent me when I said I was a mess...

It's not exactly a father-daughter kind of thing, but it's good for us female types to remember that there are certain people who will never see us through our eyes -- and that maybe they have the more flattering perspective. Thanks, Daddy. :)

Aside to Husbands
By Ogden Nash
What do you do when you've wedded a girl all legal and lawful,
and she goes around saying she looks awful?
When she makes deprecatory remarks about her format,
And claims her hair looks like a doormat?
W hen she swears her complexion of which you are so fond,
Looks like the bottom of a dried-up pond?
When she for whom your affection is not the least like Plato's,
Compares her waist to a badly tied sack of potatos?
Oh, who wouldn't want to be on a flimsy bridge with a hungry lion at one end,
a hungry tiger at the other end and a hungry crocodile underneath,
than confronted be their dearest
making remarks about her own appearance
through clenched teeth?
Why won't they believe that the reason they find themselves
the Mother of your children is because you think of all the looks in the world,
their looks are the nicest?
Why must we continue to be ordealed and crisised?
I think it high time these hoity toity ladies were made to realize that
When they impugn their face and their ankles and their waist
They are thereby insultingly impugning their tasteful Husbands
Impeccable taste.

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