If I were a hotel waiter And you were a manicure, What bounty of fate were greater? We'd go to the best the-yater With seats from a speculator, And never again be poor, If I were a hotel waiter And you were a manicure! If I were a taxi pirate And you were a waitress fair, We'd never again be irate When living attained a high rate; In the giddiest whirl we'd gyrate With never a fret or care, If I were a taxi pirate And you were a waitress fair. If I were a master plumber And you were a check-room pest, Our town house would be a hummer, We'd live at the shore in summer; While now -- one must be a slummer To get to our little nest. Ah, were I a wealthy plumber And you but a check-room pest! If I were a garment cutter And you were a lady's maid, At prices we'd never mutter, In satins and silks you'd flutter, And we could have milk and butter And eggs that were newly laid, If I were a garment cutter And you were a lady's maid! But since I'm a versifier And you're on a magazine, I've gone and I've hocked my lyre, Our larder grows daily shyer, And we have no luxury higher Than oleomargarine! For I am a versifier And you're on a magazine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD WAR-DREAMS by WALT WHITMAN GEORGE WASHINGTON by LAURA REW BIXBY THE ATAVISTIC MAID by BERTON BRALEY SPIRITS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 5. COUNT GUIDO FRANCESCHINI by ROBERT BROWNING |