The Passionate Householder to his Love <br /> <br />Come, live with us and be our cook, <br />And we will all the whimsies brook <br />That German, Irish, Swede, and Slav <br />And all the dear domestics have. <br /> <br />And you shall sit upon the stoop <br />What time we go and cook the soup, <br />And you shall hear, both night and day, <br />Melodious pianolas play. <br /> <br />And we will make the beds, of course, <br />You'll have two autos and a horse, <br />A lady to Marcel your tresses, <br />And all the madame's half-worn dresses. <br /> <br />Your gowns shall be of lace and silk, <br />Your laving shall be done in milk. <br />Two trained physicians when you cough, <br />And Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays off. <br /> <br />When you are mashing Irish spuds <br />You'll wear the very finest duds. <br />If good to you these prospects look, <br />Come, live with us and be our cook. <br /> <br />On callers we have put no stops, <br />We love the iceman and the cops, <br />And no alarm clock with its ticks <br />And bell to ring at half-past six. <br /> <br />O Gretchen, Bridget, Hulda, Mary, <br />Come, be our genius culinary. <br />If good to you these prospects look, <br />Come, live with us and be our cook.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/help-156/
