[Gutenberg 5332] • The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor

Excerpt from The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor

The Love Sonnets of a Car Conductor

Am I in bad? upon the tick of nine

Today the Pansy got aboard my ship

And sprung the Trans-Suburban for a trip.

Say, she's the shapely ticket pretty fine!

Next to her pattern Anna Held looks shine

And Lilly Russell doesn't know the grip.

But oh! she's got a deep ingrowing tip

That she must shy at honks like yours and mine.

I says to her, "Fare, please!" out loud like that,

But she pipes, "Fade, Bill, fade! you pinched my fare."

That get-back tripped your Oswald to the mat,

And yet I yelled, "Cough up here, Golden Hair!"

Eh, what? I got the zing from Pansy's orb

Which says, "Dry out now, Shorty, - please absorb!"