My wife’s full of envy at Madeline’s gown;
She’s goggling at Ernestine’s furs;
She makes caustic cracks
Behind some of the backs
On figures sleeker than hers.
She’s wild about Hortense’s lipstick and rouge;
She turns a bit green at Sue’s pearls;
She’ll crave and she’ll covet,
She’ll eye and she’ll love it,
So long as it’ s some other girl’s.
But the gal that I envy’s that fortunate critter
Earning my dough back home while I’m bored here- -our sitter.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 15, 1950
