A Woman's Way

When I was three and she was four,
                The rowdiest of the girls,
She soiled my pretty pinafore
                And pulled my curls.
When I was five and she was six,
                In kindergarten school,
She bullied me and with her tricks
                Made me a fool.

When bobby-socked and flapperish,
                With hockey sticks  for toys,
She spoke of me as "that poor fish"
                To other boys.
When with her chewing gum in cheek
                She got work as a sten-
Ographer at twelve  bucks a week,
                I just made ten.

Though always next door neighbours we,
                Her scorn I did incur,
And while she cocked her snoot at me
                I hated her.
Yet now, complacently elate
                Her triumph you should see:
Her life disdain to culminate
                She's married me.