"NEVER again,' said Mrs. Green, as she swayed in her rocking chair, <br />'Never again will I think one house big enough for two to share; <br />Never again will I go away with another family, <br />I've had a month of that game this year, and once is enough for me. <br /> <br />'I fried the fish and I stood all day in a kitchen stifling hot, <br />While Mrs. Burroughs, arrayed in pink, sat out in a shady spot; <br />And we were to share in the work, you know, but little the work she did; <br />Whenever there was any work to do she hurried away and hid. <br /> <br />'Her children — impudent little brats — were always abusing mine, <br />They were always yelling for something, too! <br />In a week I was sick of their whine; <br />Oh, she's all very nice in town, I know, when her hair has the proper friz, <br />But you've only to live with that woman a week to know what she really is.'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/found-out-6/
