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First Line: Men lodgers are the best, the mrs. Said
Last Line: Take my advice and let your rooms to gents!
Alternate Author Name(s): Hall, Galway
Subject(s): Hotels; Inns; Innskeepers; Motels; Boarding Houses


Men lodgers are the best, the Mrs. said:
They don't use my gas jets to fry sardines,
They don't leave red-hot irons on the spread,
They're out all morning, when a body cleans.
A man ain't so secretive, never cares
What kind of private papers he leaves lay,
So I can get a line on his affairs
And dope out whether he is likely pay.
But women! Say, they surely get my bug!
They stop their keyholes up with chewing gum,
Spill grease, and hide the damage with the rug,
And fry marshmallows when their callers come.
They always are behindhand with their rents --
Take my advice and let your rooms to gents!





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