MRS. MURPHY’S PURCHASE
Mrs. Murphy was on purchasing bent,
So she hied to “The Great Big Store.”
She gazed around, then finally went
Towards a fellow just six-feet-four,
A floor-walk man with legs that curved
Till they looked like a mystic O.
“He’d never be catching a hog,” she averred,
“Nor shine at a greased pig show!”
This much to herself—then she said to “that gint”