When offers tackled me in pairs!
And then, too, I had been so fast
In saying yes, that I would blast
Those tender hopes I lately made—
Two lovers cast one in the shade.
I timed my hours to see them all,
Preventing, thus, a lover’s squall,
And thought my wits were working fine,
When, all at once, that aunt of mine
Commenced, she said, “to smell a rat,”