Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AIN'T IT AWFUL, MABEL?, by JOHN EDWARD HAZZARD First Line: It worries me to beat the band Last Line: Ain't it awful, mabel? Subject(s): Life; Women | ||||||||
IT worries me to beat the band To hear folks say our lives is grand; Wish they'd try some one-night stand. Ain't it awful, Mabel? Nothin' ever seems to suit -- The manager's an awful brute; Spend our lives jest lookin' cute. Ain't it awful, Mabel? Met a boy last Tuesday night, Was spendin' money left and right -- Me, gee! I couldn't eat a bite! Ain't it awful, Mabel? Then I met another guy -- Hungry! well, I thought I'd die! But I couldn't make him buy. Ain't it awful, Mabel? Lots of men has called me dear, Said without me life was drear, But men is all so unsincere! Ain't it awful, Mabel? I tell you, life is mighty hard. I've had proposals by the yard -- Some of 'em would 'a had me starred. Ain't it awful, Mabel? Remember that sealskin sacque of mine? When I got it, look'd awful fine -- I found out it was a shine. Ain't it awful, Mabel? Prima donna's sore on me; My roses had her up a tree -- I jest told her to "twenty-three." Ain't it awful, Mabel? My dear, she went right out and wired The New York office to have me "fired"; But say! 'twas the author had me hired. Ain't it awful, Mabel? I think hotels is awful mean, Jim and me put out of room sixteen -- An' we was only readin' Laura Jean, Ain't it awful, Mabel? The way folks talk about us too; For the smallest thing we do -- 'Nuff to make a girl feel blue. Ain't it awful, Mabel? My Gawd! is that the overture? I never will be on, I'm sure -- The things us actresses endure, Ain't it awful, Mabel? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARISTOTLE TO PHYLLIS by JOHN HOLLANDER A WOMAN'S DELUSION by SUSAN HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS THE WOMEN ON CYTHAERON by ROBINSON JEFFERS TOMORROW by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LADIES FOR DINNER, SAIPAN by KENNETH KOCH GOODBYE TO TOLERANCE by DENISE LEVERTOV THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES |
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