"YOU can decorate your office With a thousand gilded signs, And have upholstered furniture In quaint antique designs; Have the latest patent telephone Where you can yell 'Hello!' But," said she, "I just made up my mind That typewriter must go. "You can stay down at the office, As you have done, after hours; And, if you are partial to bouquets, I'll furnish you with flowers. You can spring the old club story When you come home late, you know, But, remember, I've made up my mind That typewriter must go. "You can let your bookkeepers lay off And see a game of ball; The office-boy can leave at noon Or not show up at all. There -- what is this upon your coat? It isn't mine I know. I think I know a thing or two -- That typewriter shall go." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON NATHAN HALE [SEPTEMBER 22, 1776] by FRANCIS MILES FINCH CHARLESTON by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE LET US HAVE PEACE by NANCY BYRD TURNER |