Orang-utan trying to play the violin

The majority of husbands remind me of an orang-utan trying to play the violin. 


Balzac






Robert Graves wrote a wonderful poem on this theme. 

A Slice of Wedding Cake    

Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls    Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice may be ruled out,    And missionary endeavour, nine times out of ten. Repeat 'impossible men': not merely rustic,    Foul-tempered or depraved (Dramatic foils chosen to show the world    How well women behave, and always have behaved). Impossible men: idle, illiterate,    Self-pitying, dirty, sly, For whose appearance even in City parks    Excuses must be made to casual passers-by. Has God's supply of tolerable husbands    Fallen, in fact, so low? Or do I always over-value woman    At the expense of man?                                     Do I?                                           It might be so.