II
TO THE JANITOR
Sullen, surly Scandinave,
Smoking on a pipe,
Valiantly I cast the glave
At thee and thy type.
Person of the shakeless grouch
Tamperer with the cream,
Idler, lounger, sloven, slouch
Despot of the steam—
Thou who bangest garbage cans
In the hollow court,
Thou whose children spin tin pans
Deeming it is sport—
Tyrant of the tenement,
Take thy card and flee!
Not a nickel, not a cent
Dost thou get from me.
III
TO THE WAITER
O waiter, will you tell me why
You think to get at Christmas time
A five-case note, for do not I
Slip you each day a dime?
When as I crave Prime Ribs au Jus [Footnote: Well, how do you pronounce it,
then?]
And beg that you will bring them rare,
They are well done. I fume and fuss
And yet you do not care.