The love sonnets of a car conductor . THE LOVE SONNETS OF A CAR CONDUCTOR ra XVII PANSY and me for Coney Sunday noonTo see a perfect lady bump the bumps;We rubbered at the lions with thechumpsAnd took the Wellman special to the asks me, Dance ? I answers, Just assoon,And so we clutched and whirled into the gumps,But every time I went to stir my stumpsThey stuck like gum-drops to a macaroon. I could die dancing, Danny! murmurs she.(I gambolled on her corns, she hollered,Dont!)I could die dancing also (this from me), But if youll pass me up, I guess I then some lemon-sport obs
The love sonnets of a car conductor . THE LOVE SONNETS OF A CAR CONDUCTOR ra XVII PANSY and me for Coney Sunday noonTo see a perfect lady bump the bumps;We rubbered at the lions with thechumpsAnd took the Wellman special to the asks me, Dance ? I answers, Just assoon,And so we clutched and whirled into the gumps,But every time I went to stir my stumpsThey stuck like gum-drops to a macaroon. I could die dancing, Danny! murmurs she.(I gambolled on her corns, she hollered,Dont!)I could die dancing also (this from me), But if youll pass me up, I guess I then some lemon-sport observed my glideAnd warbled, jSlide, you frozen chicken,slide!. THE LOVE SONNETS OF A CAR CONDUCTOR -i XVIII I NEXT sprung Pansy for a four-bit feed—It was a giddy tax, but what care I ?We shot the bill-of-fare from soup to pieAnd lemonade (that cost an extra seed).Youre the cute plunge, says Pans, and IagreedThat at a spenderfest I wasnt shy,-—That when it came to rolling nickels by,Willie the Cowboy was a perfect bleed. She said that Thomas Lawson on a larkWould faint away to see the way I blew;She said Id be the whizz in Central Park, And Ready Cash to me seemed very few. I asked her, Did she need a Valentine ? And she responded, Youre the pink formine!
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