Classic Poem

Oh a lovely husband he was known, He loved his wife and
her alone; She reaped the harvest he had sown; She ate the meat; he
picked the bone. With mixed admirers ev'ry size, She smiled on each with
out disguise; This lovely husband closed his eyes Lest he might take her

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by surprise. Trot! Run! Wasn't he a handy hubby?
What Fun She could plot and plan! Not One
Other such a dandy hubby As this lovely man!

II

He answered at her least command:
He fanned her, if she would be fanned;
He vanished when she willed it. — And
He always coughed behind his hand.
She held him in such high esteem
She let him dope her face with " Cream, " —
He'd chink the wrinkles seam-by-seam,
And call her " lovely as a dream! "

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Hot
Bun!
Wasn't he a lovey-dovey?
What
Fun
She could plot and plan!
Not
One
Other such a dovey-lovey
As this lovely man!

III

Her lightest wishes he foreknew
And fell up-stairs to cater to:
He never failed to back from view,
Nor mispronounced Don't ( ) you " Doan chu. "
He only sought to fill such space
As her friends left; — he knew his place: —
He praised the form she could not lace. —
He praised her face before her face!

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Shot
Gun!
Wasn't he a lovely fellow?
What
Fun
She could plot and plan!
Not
One
Lonesome little streak of yellow
In this lovely man!