Advertising Returns

His wife had left his bed and board,

     Because they couldn’t get along;

“I cannot live with him,” she said,

     “Although he’s really done no wrong.”

She purchased this and purchased that,

     And had the bills sent home to him;

At last he grew quite furious

     It made his wages look so skim.

He went down to the paper then

     And left this ad without delay:

“Whereas my wife has left my home

     Without just cause I shall not pay

Another bill she may contract,”

     Signed, “Yours Truly, Jason True”;

He then went to his lonely hearth

     To see what good the ad would do.

One night a rap came to his door

     His wife stood ready to come in;

“I cannot live without you dear,”

     She said, and Jason gave a grin.

He took her in and made some tea,

     And life once more was paradise;

Said Jason to the paper man:

     “It pays right well to advertise.”

Dec. 10, ‘09