When Adam found his rib was gone

He cursed and sighed and cried and swore,

And looked with cold resentment on

The creature God has used it for.

All love's delights were quickly spent

And soon his sorrow multiplied;

He learned to blame his discontent

On something stolen from his side.

And so in every age we find

Each jack, destroying every Joan,

Divides and conquers womankind

In vengeance for the missing bone;

By day he spins out quaint conceits

With gossip, flattery and song

And then at night, between the sheets

He wrongs the girl to right the wrong.

Though shoulder, bosom, lip and knee

Are praised in every kind of art,

Here is Love's true anatomy:

His rib is gone; he'll have her heart.

So women bear the debt alone

And live eternally distressed,

For though we throw the DOG his bone

He wants it back with interest. lol