YOUNG Rollo and Alice got married last year, and then in a palace began their career. From goldsmiths and cutlers they'd laid in a store; they'd footmen and butlers and servants galore. They'd dachshunds and poodles, apparel the best, and autos, and Boodle's the family crest. They had every blessing that mortals pursue, but—this is distressing—they'd nothing to do! Alas, for the bridal of people like these! For folks who are idle no fortune can please. So Alice and Rollo—a matter of course; such things often follow—indulged in divorce. Oh, Reuben and Bridget got married last May; their roll was a midget—he worked by the day. They rented a cottage of tumbledown sort, their fodder was pottage at ten cents a quart. He's earning his wages along with a gang; she's canning green gages in that cheap shebang. And neither will fidget for things out of reach; for Reuben loves Bridget, she thinks he's a peach. And indolence raises no cloud in their view; they're busy as blazes, with plenty to do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUSH OR FAUNUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SLEEPER'S COUNTENANCE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE GLORIOUS GIFT OF GOD by BENJAMIN BEDDOME LOLA WEARS LACE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT A VOICE FOR EDWARD by GLEN BLANCH |