"MYLO JONES'S WIFE"
BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
"Mylo Jones's wife" was all
I heerd, mighty near, last Fall--
Visitun relations down
T'other side of Morgantown!
Mylo Jones's wife she does
This and that, and "those" and "thus"!--
Can't 'bide babies in her sight--
Ner no childern, day and night,
Whoopin' round the premises--
Ner no nothin' else, I guess!
Mylo Jones's wife she 'lows
She's the boss of her own house!--
Stays whare things seem some like his,--
Uses, mostly, with the stock--
Coaxin' "Old Kate" not to balk,
Ner kick hoss-flies' branes out, ner
Act, I s'pose, so much like her!
Yit the wimmern-folks tells you
She's perfection.--Yes they do!
Mylo's wife she says she's found
Home hain't home with men-folks round
When they's work like hern to do-
Picklin' pears and butchern, too,
And a-rendern lard, and then
Cookin' fer a pack of men
To come trackin' up the flore
She's scrubbed tel she'll scrub no more!--
Yit she'd keep things clean ef they
Made her scrub tel Jedgmunt Day!
Mylo Jones's wife she sews
Carpet-rags and patches clothes
Jest year in and out!--and yit
Whare's the livin' use of it?
She asts Mylo that.--And he
Gits back whare he'd ruther be,
With his team;--jest plows--and don't
Never sware--like some folks won't!
Think ef he'd cut loose, I gum!
'D he'p his heavenly chances some!
Mylo's wife don't see no use,
Ner no reason ner excuse
Fer his pore relations to
Hang round like they allus do!
Thare 'bout onc't a year--and she--
She jest ga'nts 'em, folks tells me,
On spiced pears!--Pass Mylo one,
He says "No, he don't chuse none!"
Workin'men like Mylo they
'D ort to have meat ev'ry day!
Dad-burn Mylo Jones's wife!
Ruther rake a blame caseknife
'Crost my wizzen than to see
Sich a womern rulin' me!--
Ruther take and turn in and
Raise a fool mule-colt by hand!
Mylo, though--od-rot the man!--
Jest keeps ca'm--like some folks can--
And 'lows sich as her, I s'pose,
Is Man's he'pmeet!--Mercy knows!