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Edgar Guest - Neglected
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I DON`T get much attention now, 
Although I`m not complaining; 
I`m forced to get on anyhow, 
Another king is reigning. 
She doesn`t run to wait on me, 
However rushed I may be, 
Whene`er I need assistance, she 
Is busy with the baby.
 
Time was my shirts were all laid out
And all my duds were handy; 
And those were days, without a doubt, 
When things were fine and dandy; 
But now the time she gave to me 
She`s giving to another, 
It keeps her busy just to be
A fond and doting mother.

Oh, I cut quite a figure then,
To something I amounted; 
I stood above all other men,
With her, I, only, counted. 
Then, often I was petted, too,
And cheered when things went badly; 
But now another`s come to woo
And I`m neglected sadly.

And now I come and go each day,
Just merely tolerated; 
And often I am in the way, 
As she has plainly stated. 
My wants I`m forced to fill myself, 
However hard it may be; 
Oh, I`ve been put upon the shelf, 
And put there by a baby.

And yet upon that shelf I`d stay,
And all complainings smother; 
The lad who took my wife away
Has given me his mother. 
And every night I kneel and pray
That never will the day be 
That I shall fail to hear her say:
"I`m busy with the baby!"
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