Lady, lady, should you meet
One whose ways are all discreet,
One who murmurs that his wife
Is the lodestar of his life,
One who keeps assuring you
That he never was untrue,
Never loved another one . . .
Lady, lady, better run!
From Enough Rope (Boni & Liveright, 1926) by Dorothy Parker. This poem is in the public domain.