The Summer Argument By Edgar Albert Guest

The Summer Argument

SHE wants to go unto the shore,
And pack her trunk
With gowns no one has seen before,
And all such junk.

But I would seek some far off place
Where I ‘m unknown,
And let my whiskers deck my face,
And be alone.

She sighs for parties and for teas,
They are her wish;
I merely want to take my ease
And loaf and fish.

She wants to lead a life that’s grand,
In silken skirts;
I want to wear old trousers and
My outing shirts.

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