Oh, thank you Mr. Currier,
And thank you Mr. Ives!
Your bathtub's never furry or
Your women shaped like fives.
You do not deal in parables
From nightmare-ridden dreams,
Or elongate our wearables
Then only paint the seams.
Your men are men, unquakingly
They brave a roaring gale.
They drive a horse unbreakingly,
Or carve a conquered whale.
Your women never hurry or
Forget to smile as wives.
Oh; unsubconscious Currier,
Unintroverted Ives!
MAUDE BARNES MILLER.
And thank you Mr. Ives!
Your bathtub's never furry or
Your women shaped like fives.
You do not deal in parables
From nightmare-ridden dreams,
Or elongate our wearables
Then only paint the seams.
Your men are men, unquakingly
They brave a roaring gale.
They drive a horse unbreakingly,
Or carve a conquered whale.
Your women never hurry or
Forget to smile as wives.
Oh; unsubconscious Currier,
Unintroverted Ives!
MAUDE BARNES MILLER.
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