The Rubaiyat of a Huffy Husband

I wake, the Sun does scatter into Flight
The Dreams of Happiness I have each Night,
O blessèd Dreams--full of Domestic Bliss,
Too soon alas! They're banished with the Light.

II

I'm going to tell in just the Briefest way
The cause of all my Anguish--if I may--
Then one and all will know the Reason why
My Mien is Solemn, and I am not Gay.

III

On Christmas day a good Friend did present
My Wife a Book; no doubt with best intent.
The "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" 'twas.
Little I dreamed the Woe of its Advent.