Excerpt from Men I'm Not Married To No matter where my route may lie, No matter whither I repair, In brief - no matter how or why Or when I go, the boys are there. On lane and byways, street and square, On alley, path and avenue, They seem to spring up everywhere The men I am not married to. I watch them as they pass me by; At each in wonderment I stare, And, but for heaven's grace, I cry, There goes the guy whose name I'd wear They represent no species rare, They walk and talk as others do They're fair to see - but only fair The men I am not married to. I'm sure that to a mother's eye Is each potentially a bear. But though at home they rank ace-high, No change of heart could I declare. Yet worry silvers not their hair; They deck them not with sprigs of rue. It's curious how they do not care The men I am not married to. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.