Vulgar Fractions by C.J. Dennis — Read

Now, when Bill, the pick and shovel man, or Archibald, the clerk, / Undertakes to sell the labour of a day, / Then, for certain hours he works between the dawning and the dark, / And delivers one day's work for one day's pay. / This industrial arrangement has advantages for both, / If employer and employed are honest men. / And to doubt its simple justice I would be extremely loth; / For no sophistry shall e'er pollute my pen.

In referring to this matter I assume you have a taste / For the stuff that sporting blokes regard as rot, / Such as politics, arithmetic and economic waste. / (You're excused from reading farther if you've not.) / But arithmetic is boring to a certain type of man / Who is loth to strain his intellect too far. / Which reminds me, opportunely, of the modern Party Plan / And the story of T. Trimmer, M. H. R.