A woman is queer, there's no doubt about that. <br />She hates to be thin and she hates to be fat; <br />One minute it's laughter, the next it's a cry- <br />You can't understand her, however you try; <br />But there's one thing about her which everyone knows- <br />A woman's not dressed till she powders her nose. <br /> <br />You never can tell what a woman will say; <br />She's a law to herself every hour of the day. <br />It keeps a man guessing to know what to do, <br />And mostly he's wrong when his guessing is through; <br />But this you can bet on, wherever she goes <br />She'll find some occasion to powder her nose. <br /> <br />I've studied the sex for a number of years; <br />I've watched her in laughter and seen her in tears; <br />On her ways and her whims I have pondered a lot, <br />To find what will please her and just what will not; <br />But all that I've learned from the start to the close <br />Is that sooner or later she'll powder her nose. <br /> <br />At church or a ball game, a dance or a show, <br />There's one thing about her I know that I know- <br />At weddings or funerals, dinners of taste, <br />You can bet that her hand will dive into her waist, <br />And every few minutes she'll strike up a pose, <br />And the whole world must wait till she powders her nose.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-powders-her-nose/
