Hen
Billings set in Stokes store
Ha’f dozin’ in his chair;
He’d
set there for an hour or more
A picture of despair.
Hen
hedn’t said a single word
Sence he hid set him down;
In
fact he hedn’t skurcely stirred
‘Cept to increase his frown.
Jed
Martin up an’ spoke to Hen,
Hen only shook his head.
Stokes
up an’ asked him somethin’ then,
But not a word he said.
Hen
Billings wouldn’t make a sound,
He kep’ his mouth shet tight;
Till
by an’ by it noised around
His upper floor warn’t right.
Thet
seemed to make Hen Billings mad,
He give ol’ Stokes a frown,
Hen
grabbed a pencil an’ a pad,
And scrawled this message down:
“Ding
hang you fur a popinjay,
Don’t think I’ve gone unstrung;
A
wasp flew in my mouth today
An’ stung me on the tongue.”
July
28, ‘09
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