Old Adam

He didn't have a stylish wife,
Who followed all of fashion's fads
With rats and hobble skirts and pads.

She never beggared his accounts
By running bills of large amounts
For willow plumes and four-foot hats
And fancy high-heeled shoes and spats
And evening gowns of texture fair.

She ne'er had a desire to skip
To Europe for a summer trip.

In social realms she didn't shine
And never had to stand in line
At swell receptions dressed to kill.

There was no unpaid modiste's bill
Though like women everywhere
She never sulked about that fact,
But got along with wonderous tact,

The servant's problem peeved her not,
She never worried o'er her lot
Or caused a single family jar
Because she had no touring car.

And last, but not the least to note,
She didn't even want to vote.