Edgar Albert Guest
The Kick Under The Table
After a man has been married awhile,
And his wife has grown used to his manner
When she knows form the twinkle that lights
Up his eye
The thoughts he is thinking, the wherefore and
And just what he'll say, and just what he'll do,
And is sure that he'll make a bad break ere he's
She has one little trick that she'll work when
She takes a sly kick at him under the table.
He may fancy the story he's telling is true,
Or he's doing the thing which is proper to do;
He may fancy he's holding his own with the
The life of the party and right at his best,
When quickly he learns to his utter dismay,
That he mustn't say what he's just started to say.
He is stopped at the place where he hoped to
By his wife, who has taken at kick at his shin.
If he picks the wrong fork for the salad, he
That fact by the feel of his wife's slippered toes.
If he's started a bit of untellable news,
On the calf of his leg there is planted a bruise.
Oh, I wonder sometimes what would happen to
If the wife were not seated just where she
On guard every minute to watch every trick,
And keep me in line all the time with her kick.
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Edgar Allan Poe
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(15 April 1931)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936)
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