To My Fellow Poets

O, ye Advertiser poets,

Bards uv “Fall” an’ “Harlem Goets”,

Bards of “Birthdays” an’ “Regrets”,

“Venus” poets, an’ uv “Pets”,

Feller bards frum ev’ry part,

Here’s a greetin’ frum my heart.

Here’s a greetin’ tender, true,

For each blessed one uv yeou;

Humly in the way it’s writ,

But it’s hones’, ev’ry bit.

Week by week yeour lines I read,

An’ it pleases me indeed;

These idees yeou versify

Tech my heart an’ please my eye.

An’ I sometimes think we should

Hev a Sister – Brotherhood;

Sorter know each other so,

We could hoe each other’s row.

So, I love to think uv yeou,

W’ile I read your verses through;

An’ I hope the time’ll be

W’en each other we shall see;

See each other, an’ discuss

On the merits uv our vuss.

Nov. 13, 1893

Pub. in Conn.

Valley Ad.

(The author begs to apologize for the constructional crudeness of the above, it being written impromptu on reading the several bits of verse in the last adv.)