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A Satire Anthology
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2017
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My good friend Mr. Clabberhuse
To Mrs. Clabberhuse.”
“’Tis very strange,” said she to him,
“Such an unusual name! —
A name so very seldom heard,
That we should bear the same.”
“Indeed, ’tis wonderful,” said he,
“And I’m surprised the more,
Because I never heard the name
Outside my home before.
“But now I come to look at you,”
Said he, “upon my life,
If I am not indeed deceived,
You are – you are – my wife.”
She gazed into his searching face,
And seemed to look him through;
“Indeed,” said she, “it seems to me
You are my husband, too.
“I’ve been so busy with my clubs,
And in my various spheres,
I have not seen you now,” she said,
“For over fourteen years.”
“That’s just the way it’s been with me;
These clubs demand a sight” —
And then they both politely bowed,
And sweetly said “Good-night.”
Sam Walter Foss.
WEDDED BLISS
“O COME and be my mate!” said the Eagle to the Hen;
“I love to soar, but then
I want my mate to rest
Forever in the nest!”
Said the Hen, “I cannot fly,
I have no wish to try,
But I joy to see my mate careering through the sky!”
They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!”
And the Hen sat, the Eagle soared, alone.
“O come and be my mate!” said the Lion to the Sheep;
“My love for you is deep!
I slay – a Lion should,
But you are mild and good!”
Said the Sheep, “I do no ill —
Could not, had I the will;
But I joy to see my mate pursue, devour, and kill.”
They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!”
And the Sheep browsed, the Lion prowled, alone.
“O come and be my mate!” said the Salmon to the Clam;
“You are not wise, but I am.
I know sea and stream as well;
You know nothing but your shell.”
Said the Clam, “I’m slow of motion,
But my love is all devotion,
And I joy to have my mate traverse lake and stream and ocean!”
They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!”
And the Clam sucked, the Salmon swam, alone.
Charlotte Perkins (Stetson) Gilman.
A CONSERVATIVE
THE garden beds I wandered by,
One bright and cheerful morn,
When I found a new-fledged butterfly
A-sitting on a thorn —
A black and crimson butterfly,
All doleful and forlorn.
I thought that life could have no sting
To infant butterflies,
So I gazed on this unhappy thing
With wonder and surprise,
While sadly with his waving wing
He wiped his weeping eyes.
Said I: “What can the matter be?
Why weepest thou so sore,
With garden fair and sunlight free,
And flowers in goodly store?”
But he only turned away from me,
And burst into a roar.
Cried he: “My legs are thin and few,
Where once I had a swarm;
Soft, fuzzy fur – a joy to view —
Once kept my body warm,
Before these flapping wing-things grew,
To hamper and deform.”
At that outrageous bug I shot
The fury of mine eye;
Said I, in scorn all burning hot,
In rage and anger high,
To Mrs. Clabberhuse.”
“’Tis very strange,” said she to him,
“Such an unusual name! —
A name so very seldom heard,
That we should bear the same.”
“Indeed, ’tis wonderful,” said he,
“And I’m surprised the more,
Because I never heard the name
Outside my home before.
“But now I come to look at you,”
Said he, “upon my life,
If I am not indeed deceived,
You are – you are – my wife.”
She gazed into his searching face,
And seemed to look him through;
“Indeed,” said she, “it seems to me
You are my husband, too.
“I’ve been so busy with my clubs,
And in my various spheres,
I have not seen you now,” she said,
“For over fourteen years.”
“That’s just the way it’s been with me;
These clubs demand a sight” —
And then they both politely bowed,
And sweetly said “Good-night.”
Sam Walter Foss.
WEDDED BLISS
“O COME and be my mate!” said the Eagle to the Hen;
“I love to soar, but then
I want my mate to rest
Forever in the nest!”
Said the Hen, “I cannot fly,
I have no wish to try,
But I joy to see my mate careering through the sky!”
They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!”
And the Hen sat, the Eagle soared, alone.
“O come and be my mate!” said the Lion to the Sheep;
“My love for you is deep!
I slay – a Lion should,
But you are mild and good!”
Said the Sheep, “I do no ill —
Could not, had I the will;
But I joy to see my mate pursue, devour, and kill.”
They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!”
And the Sheep browsed, the Lion prowled, alone.
“O come and be my mate!” said the Salmon to the Clam;
“You are not wise, but I am.
I know sea and stream as well;
You know nothing but your shell.”
Said the Clam, “I’m slow of motion,
But my love is all devotion,
And I joy to have my mate traverse lake and stream and ocean!”
They wed, and cried, “Ah, this is Love, my own!”
And the Clam sucked, the Salmon swam, alone.
Charlotte Perkins (Stetson) Gilman.
A CONSERVATIVE
THE garden beds I wandered by,
One bright and cheerful morn,
When I found a new-fledged butterfly
A-sitting on a thorn —
A black and crimson butterfly,
All doleful and forlorn.
I thought that life could have no sting
To infant butterflies,
So I gazed on this unhappy thing
With wonder and surprise,
While sadly with his waving wing
He wiped his weeping eyes.
Said I: “What can the matter be?
Why weepest thou so sore,
With garden fair and sunlight free,
And flowers in goodly store?”
But he only turned away from me,
And burst into a roar.
Cried he: “My legs are thin and few,
Where once I had a swarm;
Soft, fuzzy fur – a joy to view —
Once kept my body warm,
Before these flapping wing-things grew,
To hamper and deform.”
At that outrageous bug I shot
The fury of mine eye;
Said I, in scorn all burning hot,
In rage and anger high,
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