Seven Ages of Women
The first age is the push chair age. I think
She’s looking quite adorable in pink.
You blink, and now she’s sitting on a horse
Imbibing foaming cherryade of course.
And here she is relaxing from the shops,
Al fresco with her friends and alco pops.
And now she’s brought a fellow to the house,
A scouse, a souse and, principally, a louse.
It doesn’t last, thank God. But fifth comes baby.
And True Love? Yes. And marriage? Maybe. Maybe.
The sixth age is the age that keeps at bay
The seventh age, from day to day to day.
The last and seventh age is very long.
It’s like an old and half-remembered song.
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