I’M NOT A SINGLE MAN.
“Double, single, and the rub.”—Hoyle.
“This, this is Solitude.”—Byron.
I.
ELL, I confess, I did not guess
A simple marriage vow
Would make me find all womenkind
Such unkind women now!
They need not, sure, as distant be
As Javo or Japan,—
Yet every Miss reminds me this—
I’m not a single man!
II.
Once they made choice of my bass voice
To share in each duett;
SEA CONSUMPTION—WAISTING AWAY.