Made me what I am—
You oughto heard my mother
When I first said damn!
I put a pin in sister's chair,
She jumped sky-high ...
I don't know what'll happen
When I come to die!
But oh, the stars burst wild in a glorious crimson whangle,
There was foam on the beer mile-deep, mile-high, and the pickles were piled like seas,
Nœara's hair was a flapper's bob that turned to a ten-mile tangle,