Edgar Albert Guest
Edgar Albert Guest Poems
|963.||He Who Serves||3/29/2010|
|964.||The Little Orphan||1/1/2004|
|969.||A Father's Prayer||3/29/2010|
|970.||The Bachelor's Soliloquy||1/1/2004|
|971.||A Toast To The Men||1/1/2004|
|974.||See It Through||1/1/2004|
A Toast To The Men
Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything goes wrong,
The woman is to blame.
From early morn to late at night,
The men fault-finders are;
They blame us if they oversleep,
Or if they miss a car.
They blame us if, beneath the bed,
Their collar buttons roll;
They blame us if the fire is out
Or if there is no coal.
They blame us if they cut themselves
While shaving, and they swear
That we're to blame if they decide
To go upon a tear.
Here's to the ...
Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,