My Master is a man of might <br /> With manners like a hog; <br />He makes me slave from morn to night <br /> And treats me like a dog. <br />He thinks there's nothing on this earth <br /> His money cannot buy, <br />And claims to get full wages worth <br /> From hirelings such as I. <br /> <br />But does he? Though a Man of State, <br /> And fabulously rich, <br />He little guesses that his mate <br /> Is just a bonny bitch. <br />For he is grey and gross and fat, <br /> While I am tall and slim, <br />And when he's gone it happens that <br /> I take the place of him. <br /> <br />Oh God! The beauty of the blow <br /> When I will blast his life; <br />When I will laugh and let him know <br /> My mistress is his wife. <br />Today a doormat for his feet, <br /> He loves to see me squirm . . . <br />Tomorrow,--how revenge is sweet! <br /> The turning of the worm.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secretary/
