Sour Sonnets of a Sorehead & Other Songs of the Street/Sorehead Sonnet Nine

by James Percival Haverson

Sorehead Sonnet Nine

To-day I saw the girl go glidin' by
Perched in a Choo Choo cart an' dressed to kill.
Say, you can bet it was a bitter pill
To see her smilin' at another guy.
I kind of tipped me lid to catch her eye;
She gave one Greenland gaze that made me ill.
I guess I caught a cold, I got a chill—
I thought I piped some snow clouds in the sky.
But that's the way wid women all the time;
The Candy Kid is him that has the dough;
But when your clothes do not contain a dime,
It's "Good-bye, babe, I guess I've got to go."
Without he's paid, will Love work overtime?
Go on an' ast me. Nit, the answer's "NO!"