Woman Without Rib

My mother told me That love is perishable If it stands on the wrong Rib she said A woman without A rib is a strong wrong Empire She told me that Beauty is in the character And love is an action As she had grown To know that Occasions makes no Hero but heroes makes The occasion She said A fish in the water is escapable From Fisher men A fish wife is a ribless woman The husband can never Escape from her claws Respect your rib she said But the harvest of a woman Is real when she is groomed With homely Manner's And not because she is Beautiful