My husband at a party
Is more or less a smarty;
He’s witty, and possesses quite an air.
He is first with every hoax;
He knows all the latest jokes;
He’s outstanding, full of zoom, and debonair.
But his pep has seemed to roam
When he spends the night at home;
He’s a run-down sort of mouse, a haggard creep.
All his party manner’s spent-
And I wonder where it went?
I’d lecture him, but there–he’s fast asleep!
So wives sigh in sad conclusion-
(And without intent to heckle)
Any husband is confusion–
Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jeckyll.
by Ray Romine Thursday, December 28, 1950
