Once on a time I was wedded Unto a husband of nine, Then came his mother and took him Off for an old sandal shine. Beautiful dolls -- I have plenty -- Clasping them unto my heart; They look so much like their father I could forgive him in part. Yet when I think of that mother Taking my husband from me, I feel like raiding the corner -- Ending that shoe-shining spree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARCHITECT (2) by KAREN SWENSON CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST THE ENCHANTMENT by THOMAS OTWAY AGE IN YOUTH by TRUMBULL STICKNEY ON A MOURNER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WIFE'S SONG by ERNEST BENSHIMOL |