Show t TO HIS WIFE The Married Man Sends a Valentine I want some klud of n valentine To send to that little wife of mine Whos waiting at home for me Not paper Cupids and gilded darts Nor silly verses nor satin hearts But something let me see Suppose I send her a bunch of posies Some violets or a box of roses A dollar apiece you say Good Lord I Sho would ask me what I meant Dy spending so much on sentiment And flowers any way I Dy Jove I Ill get her some gloves I Eh what Her size Great heavens I have forgot Now am I not a dunce Alas that a man should grow so stupid I Give me an inspiration Cupid I I used to have them once I used to send her gloves and rings Bonbons and flowers fans and things And kisses to her I carried But oh it was all so different then Alas l could we only live over again Those days before we married I I might write for her a little rhyme And I really would if 1 had the time And knew what 1 want to layOut lay-Out tho grind of work has dulled my brain I Besides I have got to catch a train So Ill write no rhymes today Ahwell it is useless trying to think I Bring me my check book and pen and ink Hang sentiment by the neck Whats tho use of St Valentines Day Ill settle tho thing in the same old way With a fortydollar check I New York Press |