O Love! ’Tis saidst that thou art blind. Alas!
I didst not think that it wast truly so
Until I saw my sister Maymie’s beau
Who’s awful stingy and as green as grass!
How love canst make such guys as he is pass
For something beautiful, I dost not know.
Hadst I my way, you bet! he’d stand no show
Of settin’ in our parlor wastin’ gas.
He steals things, too! Last night whilst in a nook