In the Laundry
Neighbor:—“What in the world is your husband doing in the laundry all morning?”
The Poet’s Wife (angrily):—“He is forever writing his poetry on his cuffs! Now he is hunting in the wash-boiler, for the fourth verse of his last poem.”
Neighbor:—“What in the world is your husband doing in the laundry all morning?”
The Poet’s Wife (angrily):—“He is forever writing his poetry on his cuffs! Now he is hunting in the wash-boiler, for the fourth verse of his last poem.”