"YOU can decorate your office With a thousand gilded signs, And have upholstered furniture In quaint antique designs; Have the latest patent telephone Where you can yell 'Hello!' But," said she, "I just made up my mind That typewriter must go. "You can stay down at the office, As you have done, after hours; And, if you are partial to bouquets, I'll furnish you with flowers. You can spring the old club story When you come home late, you know, But, remember, I've made up my mind That typewriter must go. "You can let your bookkeepers lay off And see a game of ball; The office-boy can leave at noon Or not show up at all. There -- what is this upon your coat? It isn't mine I know. I think I know a thing or two -- That typewriter shall go." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE OMNES EODEM COGIMUR by AMMIANUS THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: A GHOST STORY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |