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Robert W Service - Grumpy Grandpa
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Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails,
As if they had been dipped in gore,
I`d like to set you lugging pails
And make you scrub the kitchen floor.
I`m old and crotchety of course,
And on this point my patience fails;
I`d sue my old girl for divorce
If she showed up with painted nails.

Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails,
Like to a Jezebel are you;
Do you expect to snare the males
With talons of such bloody hue?
I could forgive your smudging lips,
Your scarlet cheek that powder veils,
But not your sanguine finger-tips . . .
Don`t paw me with your painted nails.

Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails,
Were I the sire of maidens ten,
I`d curse them over hills and dales,
And hold them to the scorn of men
If they had claws of crimson dye;
Aye, though they sang like nightingales,
Unto the welkin I would cry:
"Avaunt, ye hags with Painted Nails!"
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