Once French actress Sarah Bernhardt offered Shaw to wed;
Shell shocked, the great bard, on idea absurd;
And looked disheveled, the beauty from toe to head;
The shocker was a real beauty in every sense of bard,
But the woman was worthy to be rejected,
As she was made of worse mind and heart ejected.
And the Bard- he was above all the brains, we know,
A living embodiment of intellect and wits grow,
But, alas he was ugly as devil and no glow;
And a Knight the way he dressed with full flow,
Though he was lacking in beauty but raw,
But he was high in his pen and saw.
Now suppose, we must wed and deliver a child;
'Just think Monsieur... a child with my looks and your brains! '
These two would choose and be ordained,
'But Madam, what if he is born with my looks and your brains? '
Some beauty is sick and unfit to be loved,
Misconstrue their beauty and intellect, in ways nurtured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem