John T. Baker , E-mail For the Female</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=35.htm>John T. Baker </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>E-mail For the Female</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>The more I learn of women<br>The less, alas, I know;<br>I can't construe what they may do<br>Or where they seem to go<br>The moment that I need them<br>To soothe and sympathize,<br>To ease my pain when I complain<br>And gently dry my eyes.<br>It's difficult to tell them<br>The way they should behave<br>Or teach them when they should, like men,<br>Be wise and kind and brave.<br>They cannot fathom football,<br>They're terrible at pool,<br>On every date they're always late<br>And much too smart to fool.<br>And yet I know without them<br>I would not want to live,<br>So that's the cause why all their flaws<br>I graciously forgive.</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>