Taming The Shrew

The challenge was there, she had untamed beauty

And I wanted to civilized her, I felt it my personal duty

Mischievous, with her destruction as quiet as a mouse

In a frenzy she would move all through the house

Never once didn’t she spill while taking a drink

Got no hesitation when toppling my quill pen’s ink

There was nothing she’d say but squealed at the first opportunity

Her squeal irritated me and disturbed everybody

Even her long brown hair that dropped after a groom

She showed no inclination for a dust pan and broom

Her reluctance was sure and she rejected etiquette

Refused to stray from her old, wild habit

Expectations were high but according to Dr. Sue the Vet

We should never be Taming The Shrew to be a domestic pet