Dear St. Nicholas: Will you please print this poem? It was written for my brother Bertie, by a well-known authoress, within five minutes, by my father’s watch, and with the alteration of but one word. I must tell you we gave her the subject. Hoping you will print this poem, I remain yours truly,
Charles H. M.
BERT’S FUTURE WIFE.
Do you wish to see her—
Bertie’s future wife,
The maid who’ll share his fortune,
Brighten all his life?
This is how I see her,
In my fancy’s eye:
Tall and fair and slender,
Cheerful, good and spry;
Eyes as deep as pansies,
Lips like cherries red,
And a wealth of sunshine
Growing on her head.
Kind her voice, and gentle,
Sweet her merry laugh,—
There, I’ve told you wonders,
Yet not told you half.
Nothing could be better
Than this lovely maid,
Now let’s see him get her:—
Hard work, I’m afraid.
Monroeville, O.