The Story of Jane

Jane had her wiles and her allure
and treated men like furniture.
Sofa, settee, or red divan
she flitted thus from man to man.

Until one day a chaise lounge buckled
while she was coupled and uncoupled
and landed on an Ottoman
a swarthy brute name Mo Khayyam.

Poor Jane now out of time and fashion,
defeated by a common cushion.
The boys will stare, girls will snicker
and no one thinks or cares to pick her.

To suffer we are born and bred
nor comfort find on cot or bed.
And even to pleasure become inure
from treating men like furniture.