MEASURE OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
Is her beauty in her looks?
Or measured by the way she cooks?
Does matter if she’s big
Or wears a pretty sassy wig?
Some may say it’s on the skin
Even if she’s not so thin
She may be pretty on the face
And very thick around the waist
But if her walk is full of grace
Men will fall to their disgrace
And uphold her like a prize
Which to me is no surprise
Is her beauty in her eyes
Or the way she bakes her pies?
Could it be her husky voice
Or when she cooks your meal of choice?
Some may say it’s in her wits
And adore the way she knits
Others think it’s in her heart
And compare her to fine art
A woman’s beauty‘s still mysterious
Depends on what one thinks is serious
Regardless of her shape or size
Her beauty glows beyond the skies