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The Sorry Hostess

She said she was sorry the weather was

The night that she asked us to dine;

And she really appeared inexpressibly

Because she had hoped 'twould be fine.

She was sorry to hear that my wife had a cold,

And she almost shed tears over that,

And how sorry she was, she most feelingly told,

That the steam wasn't on in the flat.

She was sorry she hadn't asked others to come,

She might just as well have had eight;

She said she was downcast and terribly

Because her dear husband was late.

She apologized then for the home she was in,

For the state of the rugs and the chairs,

For the children who made such a horrible din,

And then for the squeak in the stairs.

When the dinner began she apologized

For the olives, because they were small;

She was certain the celery, too, wasn't nice,

And the soup didn't suit her at all.

She was sorry she couldn't get whitefish

Of the trout that the fishmonger sent,

But she hoped that we'd manage somehow to be fed,

Though her dinner was not what she meant.

She spoke her regrets for the salad, and

Explained she was really much hurt,

And begged both our pardons again and

For serving a skimpy dessert.

She was sorry for this and sorry for that,

Though there really was nothing to blame.

But I thought to myself as I put on my hat,

Perhaps she is sorry we came.

This version taken from Just Folks by Edgar A

Published by The Reilly & Lee Co.,

Chicago,

Pages 78-79

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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest (20 August 1881 – 5 August 1959) was a British-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and b…

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