Revenge.

Beside my window day and night,     Its tendrils reaching left and right,         A morning glory grew;     With blossoms covered, pink and white         And deep, delicious blue.     Its care became my daily thought,     Who to the sweet diversion brought         A bit of florist skill     To guide its progress, till it caught         The meaning of my will.     When through the trellis in and out     It bent and turned and climbed about         And so ambitious grew,     O'erleaped a chasm beyond the spout         Where raindrops trickled through,     Then, in caressing, graceful way,     Around a door knob twined one day         With modest show of pride;     All unaware that danger lay         Just on the other side.     An awkward, verdant "maid of work,"     Who dearly loved her tasks to shirk,         While rummaging among     Unused apartments, with a jerk         The door wide open flung.     And lo! there lay, uprooted quite,     The object of my heart's delight -         I did not weep or rant,     And yet a grain or two of spite         My secret thoughts would haunt.     So when at night her favorite beau     Beside his charmer sat below -         That is, dans le cuisine -     Occurred, as all the neighbors know,         A semi-tragic scene.     The garden hose, obscured from view,     Turned on itself and drenched the two -         A hapless circumstance     That lengthened out her "frizzes" new,         But shrunk his Sunday pants.     Remember this was years agone -     The madcap now hath sober grown         And hose is better wrought,     And neither now would run alone         The risk of being caught.