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Poem
July 2, 1904
Passaic City Record
Passaic, Passaic County, New Jersey
What is this article about?
Humorous poem depicting the perpetual cycle of vowing to save money after holidays, only to exhaust savings on Easter, summer outings, visits, and other pleasures, ending broke as Christmas approaches again.
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The Everlasting Round.
When Christmas holidays are o'er
I slap my empty pocket
And vows to save I straightway score
Upon my mental docket.
I settle down; my balance grows,
By sacrifice expanded—
For Easter clothes and flowers it goes,
And I once more am stranded.
A second time I think that now
I'm done with wild expenses
And register anew my vow
To patch my gaping fences.
I live within a sober law,
All little pleasures flouting—
And every last red cent I draw
To meet my summer's outing.
Hotel and other sundries paid
I'm home, completely busted,
To muse, with feelings sore dismayed,
On talents to me trusted.
But now I will save—every groat!
I'll knock off all this bumming
And suddenly I get a note
Which says that Nell is coming!
When Nell has gone—the time we've had
With opera, drive and party—
A bank account I have, egad!
Still far from hale and hearty.
And, while I swear, with steadfast mind
That nothing else shall queer me,
And try again—alas! I find
That Christmas looms too near me!
When Christmas holidays are o'er
I slap my empty pocket
And vows to save I straightway score
Upon my mental docket.
I settle down; my balance grows,
By sacrifice expanded—
For Easter clothes and flowers it goes,
And I once more am stranded.
A second time I think that now
I'm done with wild expenses
And register anew my vow
To patch my gaping fences.
I live within a sober law,
All little pleasures flouting—
And every last red cent I draw
To meet my summer's outing.
Hotel and other sundries paid
I'm home, completely busted,
To muse, with feelings sore dismayed,
On talents to me trusted.
But now I will save—every groat!
I'll knock off all this bumming
And suddenly I get a note
Which says that Nell is coming!
When Nell has gone—the time we've had
With opera, drive and party—
A bank account I have, egad!
Still far from hale and hearty.
And, while I swear, with steadfast mind
That nothing else shall queer me,
And try again—alas! I find
That Christmas looms too near me!
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Satire Society
Commerce Trade
What keywords are associated?
Financial Cycle
Holiday Spending
Saving Vows
Extravagance
Personal Folly
Poem Details
Title
The Everlasting Round.
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
When Christmas Holidays Are O'er
I Slap My Empty Pocket
And Vows To Save I Straightway Score
Upon My Mental Docket.
And, While I Swear, With Steadfast Mind
That Nothing Else Shall Queer Me,
And Try Again—Alas! I Find
That Christmas Looms Too Near Me!