The Lovelorn Editor has woe;
The banker, it is said, lacks dough;
The printer hasn’t time to read;
The real estate man rents: no deed;
The florist’s wife receives no flowers;
The jeweller loses count of hours;
The MD daily feels no better;
The postman’s name adorns no letter;
The butcher is a vegetarian;
The Lit. Professor, one vulgarian.
However low or high one’s station,
One’s failing’s in one’s occupation,
And so I wonder, in some fright:
Do plumber’s faucets drip all night??
by Ray Romine Sunday, May 21, 1950
