As he dictates to her <br /> <br />Does she love you?—well, I wonder— <br />Married twenty years, they say! <br />You, so bald and fat and funny, <br />Grubbing like a mole for money? <br />Guess she likes to spend the plunder— <br />Gee—she knows the way! <br /> <br />She's a grand one—Lord! what dresses! <br />Handsome too, proud as a queen— <br />With her doings in the papers, <br />Dinners, dances, all the capers, <br />Likes to lead the show, my guess is! <br />You're the gold machine! <br /> <br />If she knew you as I know you, <br />Would she spend it—say? <br />If she knew each trick and quibble— <br />Little fishes hooked that nibble, <br />Business murders—would she show you <br />Such a grand-stand play? <br /> <br />You're a savage money-maker— <br />Good to her, though, sure—and me. <br />Kind old pirate! What in thunder <br />Does she think of you, I wonder? <br />What neat stories do you take her, <br />So she will not see?<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-stenographer/
