Girl
a-byking
Up the road;
Farmer
coming
With a load.
Girl
in bloomers,
Ankle thin;
Farmer
“whoaed” up
With a grin.
“Howdy
dew sir,”
Farmer said;
“Hers
a chew sir,”
Maid grew red.
Looked
her over,
“Well, I van;
Smallish
legs them
Fur a man.”
Maiden
angry,
Tosses curl;
“Sir!
You’re beastly,
I’m a girl!”
“Corn
an’ blazes,
Gal?
Wall say!”
Maid
and bloomers
Scorch away.
“Gal?
Gosh swizzle,
my ol’ hat!
Wish
Semanthy’d
Rig like that!” (litke)
May
10, ‘97
Pub.
in
B.
Courier, Aug. 22, ‘97
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