It's hard / Keeping up with the avant-garde.
It is the leisured, I have noticed, who rebel the most at an interruption of routine.
Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
Ladies with curly hair / Have time to spare.
The mass of men live lives of quiet exasperation.
Wherever conversation's flowing, / Why must I feel it falls on me / To keep things going?