Classic Poem

Said Johnnie Jenkins to his wife:
Good evening, is it late?
You know it is, she hotly cried,
Why now, it's half-past eight.

Says he, I am awful hungry, Jane,
Make haste and fix my supper;
" Your supper? Why there's none to fix,
Nothing here but bread and butter. "

But where's those groceries, Jane, says he,
I bought the other day?
" Pshaw! You talk like a crazy man,
Can fifty cents worth last always? "

I don't like this way you are acting, Jane,
You are entirely too extravagant,
As late as 'tis, now I must go
And hunt a restaurant.

I am not used to cheap living, John,
At home we had a-plenty,
You know that I had all heart could wish
Till I was more than twenty.

He scratched his head and gave a sigh,
While at her he madly stared,
You waste my labor as if though
I was a millionaire.

Remember I am a poor man's son,
What I get comes from my muscle,
And if things here don't make a change
By Jove, you'll have to hustle.

I thought that when I married you
'Twould better my condition,
But fifty cents a wek is worse
Than a preacher on a mission.

So I can leave you and this hut
And go back to my mother;
Says he: Well, here's your railroad fare.
For I am tired of so much bother.