Not Married Yet!

I'm single yet — I'm single yet!

And years have flown since I came out!

In vain I sigh — in vain I fret —

Ye gods! what are the men about?

I vow I'm twenty!— O ye powers!

A spinster's lot is hard to bear —

On earth alone to pass her hours,

And afterward lead apes — DOWN THERE!

No offer yet — no offer yet!

I'm puzzled quite to make it out:

For every beau my cap I set —

What, what, what ARE the men about?

They do n't propose — they WON'T propose,

For fear, perhaps, I'd not say, “Yes!”

Just let them try — for Heaven knows

I'm tired of single-blessedness.

Not married yet — not married yet —

The deuce is in the men, I fear!

I'm like a — something to be let,

And to be LET ALONE — that's clear.

They say, “She's pretty — but no chink —

And love without it runs in debt!”

It agitates my nerves to think

That I have had no offer yet.