Sour Sonnets of a Sorehead & Other Songs of the Street/At the Show

by James Percival Haverson

At the Show

I went to see a show the other night;
'Twas called "The Sinless Soul of Sal, the Skirt,"
An' everybody tried to do her dirt
Except the hero who was actin' white,
An' say, his talk was surely out of sight.
The villain was a fussy sort of flirt—
Oh Gee, if I'd the ironin' of his shirt—
But then he got it in the neck all right.
It had me guessin' all along the rout',
About the hero an' his lady friend,
How luck would linger with that phoney scout,
What kept the help that someone said they'd send—
But it was great the way they'd worked it out
So all got what was comin' in the end.