Why are women so energetic?
prancing their knees under their tiny skirts
like war-horses; or war-ponies at least?
Why are they so centrifugal?
Why are they so bursting, flinging themselves about?
Why, as they grow older, do they suffer from blood pressure?
Why are they never happy to be still?
Why did they cut off their long hair
which they could comb by the hour in luxurious quiet?
I suppose when the men all started being Willy wet-legs
they felt it was no longer any use being a linger-longer Lucy.