From boobies, long since gone to pot;
Yawned o’er a scrap book filled with bosh
Collected by her Cousin Josh;
Trimmed her old hat in various ways
With all the gew-gaws she could raise.
In fact, she proved herself to be
A slip-shod lump of frivolity.
Poor Jake, he worked and ate cold meals,
Wore socks with neither toes nor heels,
Washed his own clothes when Sunday came