LET us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she married a corporation lawyer who picked her from a Ziegfeld chorus. Before then she never took anybody's money and paid for her silk stockings out of what she earned singing and dancing. She loved one man and he loved six women and the game was changing her looks, calling for more and more massage money and high coin for the beauty doctors. Now she drives a long, underslung motor car all by herself, reads in the day's papers what her husband is doing to the inter-state commerce commission, requires a larger corsage from year to year, and wonders sometimes how one man is coming along with six women. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER A LINE-STORM SONG by ROBERT FROST OVERTURE TO A DANCE OF LOCOMOTIVES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 41. YA HASIB by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 9. LOVE A TICKLISH GAME by PHILIP AYRES VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HINTS OF AN HISTORICAL PLAY TO BE CALLED WILLIAM RUFUS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |