DELMONICO'S is where he dines On quail on toast, washed down with wines; Then lights a twenty-cent cigar With quite a flourish at the bar. He throws his money down so proud, And "sets 'em up" for all the crowd; A dozen games of billiards, too, He gaily loses ere he's through. Oh, he's a splendid fellow, quite; He pays his debts with such delight, And often boasts of -- to his clan -- His honour as a gentleman. But when this splendid fellow's wife, Who leads at home a frugal life Begs for a little change to buy A dress, he looks at her so wry, That she, alarmed at his distress, Gives him a kiss and sweet caress, And says, "Don't worry so, my dear, "I'll turn the dress I made last year." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE [JUNE 1, 1813] by THOMAS TRACY BOUVE NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY RIDDLE: A CANDLE by MOTHER GOOSE COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS by EDWIN ARNOLD A VIGNETTE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 3, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |