Skip to content
1874–1936

THE CHOICE

Harry Graham

‘ Go! Sound the fire alarm!’ she cried. ‘ My house is all ablaze inside! ‘ The flames are spreading far and wide; ‘ The air with smoke is laden!

‘ My darling's in an upper room! ‘ Oh, save him from a fiery tomb!’ Straight, as she spoke, through sparks and fume Came brave Lieutenant Sladen.

Quoth he:‘ The horsed-escape is here, ma'am; ‘ We'll save your husband, never fear, ma'am!’ ‘ My husband?’ she replied.‘ Nay, nay! ‘ Do n't waste your time on him, I pray,

‘ But turn your thoughts without delay ‘ To things that really matter. ‘ For though my weaker-half's asleep, ‘ A faithful lap-dog, too, I keep,

‘ And if I hold the former cheap, ‘ I idolise the latter. ‘ Gladly, to save the best of bow-wows, ‘ I'd sacrifice,’ she sobbed,‘ my spou-ouse!

‘ How prettily my nose he licks! ‘ ( I'm speaking of the dog ) and pricks ‘ His ears and barks, while as for tricks ‘ He never seems to tire, man!

‘ He'll balance sugar on his snout ——’ From burning windows came a shout; Her husband suddenly leaned out And thus addressed the fireman:

‘ You've seen the sort of wife I cherish; ‘ Then be humane and — let me perish!’

Cookies on Poetry Cove

We use cookies to remember your language preference and — only with your consent — to learn how Poetry Cove is used. You can change your mind any time.
THE CHOICE · Harry Graham · Poetry Cove