Fight,fight against the dying of the rhyme.

To be both fair and wise is not a  match
For men will want my beauty and my touch
But if at this they unthinking  snatch
They may find out my mind is rather much.

And if I read a book whilst they caress
It seems a cruel action for a bride.
More, if I inside out did wear my dress
It may wound  sore and injure husband’s pride.

I tease ,for I would never read in bed
If someone shared my cosy little nest
No,I’d go into the lavatory instead.
And practise for my next Su Doku  test

For all problems are solvable with time.
Fight,fight against the dying of the rhyme.