Helpless

“What would you do if I should try

     To kiss you?” asked her beau;

“I’d scream for mother,” she replied,

     “If you would like to know.”

“I’ll chance it,” said the maddened youth,

     “Now call her; call, I say!”

“’Twould do no good,” the maid replied,

     “For mother is away.”

c. June 25, ‘09