Classic Poem

Six or seven young Nancies already you've wed,
Allured by their beards and their neatly-brushed head.
You test and you try them and find that each one
Falls very much short and is much too soon done.
So you give him the go-by and try a fresh sheet;
Only there once again disappointment to meet.
You had better endeavour a sage to discover
With rough, shaggy hair, if you want a true lover.
And even with them you may light on a Nan:
It is hard for a lady to find a real man.