Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS IN A LODGING HOUSE: 2, by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO WHAT THE MAGDALENE SAW by TIMOTHY LIU REMOVED AT THE MOMENT OF PERFECTION by TIMOTHY LIU MARRY AT A HOTEL, ANNUL ?ÇÖEM by HARRYETTE MULLEN THE KEEPER OF THE DEAD HOTEL by AGHA SHAHID ALI IN GEORGETOWN; HOLIDAY INN, WASHINGTON, D.C. by HAYDEN CARRUTH OUTSIDE ROOM SIX by LYNN EMANUEL ANIMAL CRACKERS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY |
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