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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
A LESSON WELL TAUGHT
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Along down the street walked a dandy
Who sported more beauty than brain;
He was dressed in an elegant fashion
And carried a gold headed cane.
With nothing to do, he was strolling—
Just seeking amusement and fun.—
But his practical joke caused him sorrow,
And this is the way it was done.
Who sported more beauty than brain;
He was dressed in an elegant fashion
And carried a gold headed cane.
With nothing to do, he was strolling—
Just seeking amusement and fun.—
But his practical joke caused him sorrow,
And this is the way it was done.
"Bah jove! here comes an old crone—
Now excitement I anticipate!"
And his vest was pulsative with laughter
Thus causing his cheeks to inflate.
With a jug in her hand, and a basket,
She was wending her way from the store,—
A powerful woman from Erin's fair isle
Weighing two hundred and ninety—or more.
Now excitement I anticipate!"
And his vest was pulsative with laughter
Thus causing his cheeks to inflate.
With a jug in her hand, and a basket,
She was wending her way from the store,—
A powerful woman from Erin's fair isle
Weighing two hundred and ninety—or more.
As she with quick footsteps approaches
This intrigue he hastily planned:—
To jostle against her, in passing,
And knock the things out of her hand.
This intrigue he hastily planned:—
To jostle against her, in passing,
And knock the things out of her hand.
