Sour Sonnets of a Sorehead & Other Songs of the Street/A Tough Triangle
A Tough Triangle
HIM
Say, kid, there ain't no other girl but you;
I'm reg'lar dippy 'bout your eyes an' hair;
You're all there is er ever was er were!
If you would say that you would love me too,
There ain't no limit to the stunts I'd do,
Just fer to show you I was on the square.
You've got me goin' forty ways fer fair,
I'd like to be the Candy Kid with you—
There's nuthin' to it, kid, you've got me good,
I'm playin' straight and wouldn't turn the queer
Ner pass a lemon. Even if you stood
Fer it, I wouldn't hand no phoney steer.
Ner spring no four-flush even if I could,
An' this ain't overheated atmosphere.
HER
Go on, fergit it, make a quick skidoo—
I ain't fell off no Christmas tree to-day.
Say, beat a sneak, me friend, an' on your way,—
The disappearin' act's the stunt fer you;
Commence to toddle while your shoes are new,
This ain't the station where the rummies stay.
I like your nerve all right but you're too gay,
Get flappin' now, fer it is time you flew.
'Tain't no use handin' out that misfit talk
What you have copied from some phoney show.
If you ain't busted you are badly bent,
So do the dainty an' begin to walk.
Before you got here, it was time to go;
Me eyes is waitin' just to watch you went.
HER SISTER
You bet if he would fall in love wid me
An' tell it to me in that flossy way,
I'd hold me arms an' ast him in to stay,
An' when he'd gaze into me eyes he'd see—
You bet, that's all that there would need to be;
There would be nuthin' I would have to SAY.
An' he would never want to go away,
An' I would never want him to, but Gee!
He never even looked at me at all.
If I would only not be quite so small
An' have long skirts like her, an' would be fat—
(She's only two years mor'n me at that)—
Then he would know I loved him an' might care.
You bet I'd tell him—if I'd only dare.