“When
years ago you came to see
Me every Wednesday night,
You
used to fill my heart’” said she,
“With moments of delight.
You
never missed a single time,
I’m sure you missed not one,
But
what you brought me sweets, and now
You simply bring me none.”
She
pouted, looked at him askance,
And
nearly squelched him with her glance.
“When
years ago I used to go
To see you Wednesday nights,”
Said
he, “my dear, I had the price
Of chocolate delights.
I
had the handling of my cash,
And used to take delight
In
bringing you a box of sweets
On every Wednesday night.
I’ll
do it now,” said he quite brash,
“If
you will let me have the cash.”
Sept. 1, ‘10
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