"MY wife and seven daughters," said G. Augustus Grimes, "beside the briny waters are having gorgeous times. This climate is a hummer for heat and dust and flies, and so they'll spend the summer beneath more kindly skies." I said, "But why in Cadiz are you thus left behind? Why don't you join the ladies, and drop this beastly grind?" "That girls may have their pleasure, some man must find the dimes, and so I hump for treasure," said G. Augustus Grimes. "I like to sweat and swelter, to give the girls a treat, and so I leave my shelter, and tread the burning street, to earn an extra shilling, that they may have their fun; of course, I'm more than willing to keep them staked with mon. My daughters all are peaches, my wife's a lollipop, and on the ocean beaches long may they bask and flop." Oh, cheerful, manly martyrs, who drag their spavined feet, and toil like gravel carters, that girls may have a treat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNET: 9. TO THE RIVER LODON by THOMAS WARTON THE YOUNGER LET ALL THE EARTH KEEP SILENCE by LUCY A. K. ADEE A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN THE FIRST FIRE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |