Isn't It Strange - A poem by Hulda Fetzer

Isn't It Strange.

ISN'T it strange that a woman should wear
A shoe three sizes too small
And that she should color and dye her hair,
And powder and paint to beat all
And wear a corset that is so tight
She can hardly get her breath,
Then go to a fancy Ball at night
In such a living death

Isn't it strange that a man should fall in love
With such a creature as this
And willingly give his interest in heaven above
To steal from her lips a kiss
Two fools have met, and the better for it,
For it might have been a great deal worse
If each would have married the opposite,
And on sensible heads brought a curse.

^__Hulda Fetzer.