For my reward my few grey hairs to comb
With a red hot, sharp, electric rake, I’d say
“Why, this is just like home.”
THE CRUISE OF THE “PORKYPINE”
Being as I wuz gettin’
To be in the seer and yeller,
I didn’t expec to sail no more
But to stay at ’ome an’ meller;
When my ole Capting Mark
He bellers over the phone: