Some men will forget in their every-day lives
The courtesies due to their spouses;
They get kind of used to their homes and their wives,
Neglecting the walks, the chats, and the drives,
Upon which connubial happiness thrives;
But devotion in mine never drowses.
Now, gents, stop your blushing; I did not intend
To step on the toes of a single male friend.
Your modesty might personalities dread,
So I will say that this model depicted—is dead.