The Gungy Trolley Talk

It ain’t no cyclone struck our town,

      Nur no revival meet

But it hez got sech things ez that

      Discounted, skun an’ beat.

All pollertics is on the shelf,

      An’ crops hez took a walk;

All you kin hear in Stokes’s store

      Each night is trolley talk.

Stokes sez he ain’t sold ha’f ez much,

      It’s knocked his trade sky high;

All they have done is set an’ talk,

      Ain’t hed no time to buy.

Stokes says ef this don’t stop right soon

      He’s jist a’goin’ to balk;

He says he can’t afford to run

      A store for trolley talk.

Two fellers they hev got surveyed

      From Langdon out to here,

An’ though they’re keepin’ ruther still

      It’s pretty moral clear

That’s they’s a trolley in the wind,

      Looks like it more an’ more;

At any rate, they’re buildin’ one

      In Stokes’s grocery store.

You ask a man how is his wife

      An’ he will stop and say:

“Heard anything about the line?

      What is the news today?”

Seems ev’ry man is doubled-eared,

      With eyes jest like a hawk;

Can’t hear a blessed thing in town

      Except jest trolley talk.

Sept. 14, ‘10

Friday, Sept. 16, ‘10