Classic Poem

Though husbands bright and brainy
May have their use, one knows,
Give me an honest zany
As partner of my woes!
How blest indeed is woman's fate
Who takes a noodle as her mate!

The clever husband quarrels,
Or grumbles at his food;
The wit's ideas of morals
Are lamentably crude;
A partner with a feeble mind
Is neither vicious nor unkind.

'Tis commonly admitted,
And ev'ry one allows,
That if a man's half-witted
He makes a perfect spouse;
And more resigned, each day, I feel
To marriage with an imbecile!

When comes my time for mating,
When Cupid shoots his bolt,
I don't mind frankly stating
That I shall wed a dolt.
He must be dull who marries me;
But (as you say) he's bound to be!