She does not mind a good cigar <br />(The kind, that is, I smoke); <br />She thinks all men quite stupid are, <br />(But laughs whene’er I joke). <br /> <br />She says she does not care for verse <br />(But praises all I write); <br />She says that punning is a curse, <br />(But then mine are so bright!) <br /> <br />She does not like a big moustache <br />(You see that mine is small); <br />She hates a man with too much 'dash,' <br />(I scarcely dash at all!) <br /> <br />She simply dotes on hazel eyes <br />(And mine, you note, are that); <br />She likes a man of portly size; <br />(Gad! I am getting fat!) <br /> <br />She says champagne is made to drink; <br />(In this we quite agree!) <br />And all these symptoms make me think <br />Sweet Kate’s in love with me.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/circumstantial-evidence/
