Fashion

Fair Eve devised a walking-suit
Of jungle grasses, soft and crimpy;
She thought it rather neat and cute
Till Adam grunted, " Pretty skimpy! "

A cloak of palm-leaves, sought for miles,
She made, and came to be admired;
But Adam said, " The silly styles
You women wear just make me tired! "

She built herself a little hat
Of lilies (Eve was very clever),
And asked him what he thought of that?
And Adam blurted, " Well, I never! "

So next she placed upon her head
A feathered three-by-four Creation. —
The little word that Adam said
Is barred from parlor conversation.

Yet Eve refused to be a dowd,
And tied an autumn-tinted sash on.
" I'll dress to please myself! " she vowed,
" For what does Adam know of fashion?

" What use to seek applause from him?
He scoffs and says I cannot reason!
Well, then, my law shall be my whim —
And that shall change with every season. "

Since when, revolving cycles bring
The gayest fashions and the queerest;
And Eve declares, " It's just the thing! "
While Adam murmurs, " Is it, dearest? "
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