SUGAR AND SPICE AND ALL THINGS NICE??

Here is a poem that I found on the MCC Alumni group mailing network. Comments are welcome!

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
a woman is a bundle of contradiction.

She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,
but will tackle her boyfriend alone in the house.

She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse;
she'll break open his head and then be his nurse.

But when he's well and can get out of bed,
she'll pick up the tea-pot and aim for his head.

Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind,
crafty and cruel, yet simple and kind.

She'll call him a king, then make him a clown,
raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down.

She'll inspire him to deeds that ennoble man,
or make him her lackey to carry her fan.

She'll run away from him and never come back,
but if he runs away, then she'll be on his tracks.

Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
she'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose.

She'll win you in rags, enchant you in silk,
she'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk

At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad,
she'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.