"The only reason why I've never married
Is because all my plans for proposing miscarried;
I wouldn't propose till all was propitious,
Till I felt pretty sure that the signs were auspicious.
More than once I've been moved to propound the fond query,
'Won't you tell me you love me, my beautiful dearie?'
When just at that moment came something or other,
A ring at the bell, or a call from her mother,
Or the sudden approach of her infantile brother,
My words to arrest, my intentions to smother;