When You Are Rejected

Don’t say
  “Good day,”
Then grab the door and slam it.
  Be quite
  Polite;
Go out, and then say, “—— it.”

A Bachelor’s Views

    A pipe, a book,
    A cosy nook,
A fire,—at least its embers;
    A dog, a glass;—
    ’T is thus we pass
Such hours as one remembers.

    Who’d wish to wed?
    Poor Cupid’s dead
  These thousand years, I wager.
    The modern maid
    Is but a jade,
Not worth the time to cage her.

    In silken gown
    To “take” the town
Her first and last ambition.
    What good is she
    To you or me
Who have but a “position”?

So let us drink
  To her,—but think
Of him who has to keep her;
  And sans a wife
  Let’s spend our life
In bachelordom,—it’s cheaper.