Essence of Joy, By Gum
By L. J. Messenger
Please kiss me, dear, the youth insisted,
As ’round her waist, his arms he twisted.
I will, says she, if you’ll agree
To buy some chewing gum for me.
So the youth was wise and bought the gum,
And told his dearie he wanted one.
All right, he heard her softly sigh,
The gum for me you’ll ne’er deny.
Now this is a thing I’ve never done,
Kisses, my dear, I always shun,
But I know I’ll like them as well as you,
If they’re as good as the gum I chew.
So she sat right down upon a chair,
She chewed her gum and fussed her hair,
And the nearer she came to the “bargained fun”
The faster she chewed her chewing gum.
Suddenly she chewed with all her might,
And placed her arms around him tight,
She swallowed her gum, and cried, “Don’t miss.
I love my gum, but oh, djer kiss.”
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