WHILE CIGARETTES TO ASHES TURN

“He smokes — and that's enough,” says Ma —

“And cigarettes, at that!” says Pa.

“He must not call again,” says she —

“He shall not call again!” says he.

They both glare at me as before —

Then quit the room and bang the door.—

While I, their wilful daughter, say,

“I guess I'll love him, anyway!”