Its eyes are gray;
Its hair is either brown
Or black;
And, strange to say,
Its dresses button down
The back!
It wears a plume
That loves to frisk around
My ear.
It crowds the room
With cushions in a mound
And queer
Old rugs and lamps
In corners a la Turque
And things.
It steals my stamps,
And when I want to work
It sings!
It rides and skates,
But then it comes and fills
My walls
With plaques and plates
And keeps me paying bills
And calls.
It's firm; and if
I should my many woes
Deplore,
'Twould only sniff
And perk its little nose
Some more.
It's bright, though small;
Its name, you may have guessed,
Is "Wife."
But, after all,
It gives a wondrous zest
To life!
Sketch From The Life, A
Arthur Guiterman
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Poem topics: hair, life, wife, work, room, small, bright, brown, black, strange, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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