If you had the choice
of two women to wed,
(Though of course the
idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her
heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every
sense of the word:
And yet in the past
(I grieve to state),
She never had been exactly
“straight”.
And the second
she was beyond all cavil,
A model of virtue, I
must confess;
And yet, alas! she was
dull as the devil,
And rather a dowd in
the way of dress;
Though what she was
lacking in wit and beauty,
She more than made up
for in “sense of duty”.
Now, suppose you must
wed, and make no blunder,
And either would love
you, and let you win her
Which of the two would
you choose, I wonder,
The stolid saint or
the sparkling sinner?