I
wonder if you have ever heard
Of
that man who never keeps his word;
That
man who drinks and smokes and chews,
And
never tells his wife the news.
He’d
rather lie ten thousand times
Than
honestly earn a hundred dimes;
And
rather let his wife split wood
When
exercise would do him good.
He
never hangs up coat or hat,
Nor
wipes his feet upon the mat.
And
never closes door or draw –
Worse
still, he’ll never close his jaw.
The
man that dreads so to perspire
That
he makes his wife construct the fire.
Oh
yes, we have just such as he
And
his kind ne’er will cease to be.
Unless
it’s when the women folks
Put
on the pants and leave off pokes
And
set the men to scrubbin walks
And
mind the baby when he squalks.
March
19 or 20, ‘91
Pub.
Cam. Press
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