Suppose you are wed to a wife who Bedazzles the sun with her halt The type you have loved all your life—whó Personifies weather set fair; Suppose, then, you'd welcome abstention From gold: all your loved one need pack Is a dab of this latest invention And—presto!—she's black.
You start with a blonde in the morning, By noon you can have a brunette: When blonde and brunette you are scorning, A copper-nob's easy to get Such changes from scientists' vials May please ere with dabbing they're gone, But give me the girl—despite trials—Who keeps her hain on.
—By F. G. H. Salusbury in the "Daily Herald."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.