My Bachelor Chum

A corpulent man is my bachelor chum,
    With a neck apoplectic and thick -
An abdomen on him as big as a drum,
    And a fist big enough for the stick;
With a walk that for grace is clear out of the case,
    And a wobble uncertain - as though
His little bow-legs had forgotten the pace
    That in youth used to favor him so.

He is forty, at least; and the top of his head
    Is a bald and a glittering thing;
And his nose and his two chubby cheeks are as red
    As three rival roses in spring;

His mouth is a grin with the corners tucked in,
    And his laugh is so breezy and bright
That it ripples his features and dimples his chin
    With a billowy look of delight.

He is fond of declaring he "don't care a straw" -
    That "the ills of a bachelor's life
Are blisses, compared with a mother-in-law
    And a boarding-school miss for a wife!"
So he smokes and he drinks, and he jokes and he winks,
    And he dines and he wines, all alone,
With a thumb ever ready to snap as he thinks
    Of the comforts he never has known.

But up in his den - (Ah, my bachelor chum!) -
    I have sat with him there in the gloom,
When the laugh of his lips died away to become
    But a phantom of mirth in the room.
And to look on him there you would love him, for all
    His ridiculous ways, and be dumb
As the little girl-face that smiles down from the wall
    On the tears of my bachelor chum.