Not Married Yet!

I'm single yet--I'm single yet!         And years have flown since I came out!     In vain I sigh--in vain I fret--         Ye gods! what are the men about?     I vow I'm twenty!--O ye powers!         A spinster's lot is hard to bear--     On earth alone to pass her hours,         And afterward lead apes--DOWN THERE!     No offer yet--no offer yet!         I'm puzzled quite to make it out:     For every beau my cap I set--         What, what, what ARE the men about?     They don't propose--they WON'T propose,         For fear, perhaps, I'd not say, "Yes!"     Just let them try--for Heaven knows         I'm tired of single-blessedness.     Not married yet--not married yet--         The deuce is in the men, I fear!     I'm like a--something to be let,         And to be LET ALONE--that's clear.     They say, "She's pretty--but no chink--         And love without it runs in debt!"     It agitates my nerves to think         That I have had no offer yet.