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A Pin

    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox



    Oh! I know a certain woman who is reckoned with the good,
    But she fills me with more terror than a raging lion could.
    The little chills run up and down my spine whene'er we meet,
    Though she seems a gentle creature and she's very trim and neat.

    And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin,
    But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin.
    And she pricks you, and she sticks you, in a way that can't be said -
    When you seek for what has hurt you, why, you cannot find the head.

    But she fills you with discomfort and exasperating pain -
    If anybody asks you why, you really can't explain.
    A pin is such a tiny thing - of that there is no doubt -
    Yet when it's sticking in your flesh, you're wretched till it's out!

    She is wonderfully observing.    When she meets a pretty girl
    She is always sure to tell her if her "bang" is out of curl.
    And she is so sympathetic; to her friend who's much admired,
    She is often heard remarking: "Dear, you look so worn and tired!"

    And she is a careful critic; for on yesterday she eyed
    The new dress I was airing with a woman's natural pride,
    And she said: "Oh, how becoming!" and then softly added, "It
    Is really a misfortune that the basque is such a fit."

    Then she said: "If you had heard me yestereve, I'm sure, my friend,
    You would say I am a champion who knows how to defend."
    And she left me with a feeling - most unpleasant, I aver -
    That the whole world would despise me if it hadn't been for her.

    Whenever I encounter her, in such a nameless way
    She gives me the impression I am at my worst that day;
    And the hat that was imported (and that cost me half a sonnet)
    With just one glance from her round eyes becomes a Bowery bonnet.

    She is always bright and smiling, sharp and shining for a thrust;
    Use does not seem to blunt her point, nor does she gather rust.
    Oh!    I wish some hapless specimen of mankind would begin
    To tidy up the world for me, by picking up this pin.



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