Billy Dash poems . ones back is turned then beginsA tirade of abuse and disgrace. THAT KISS. One morning very early, While riding out on biz,I overtook a couple With red hair and cute phiz;He put his arm around her, He smacked her, O, what bliss!I caught the fellow at it, I saw him steal that kiss. The maiden blushed a little, Bout the color of her hair,As soon as she discovered That Bill Dash was there,Said, Good morning, Mr. Dash, Quite eraly to ride saw that fellow—kiss me, Youll tell of it no doubt. I smiled and told the lady Id keep the thing quite still; She said I dont believe i
Billy Dash poems . ones back is turned then beginsA tirade of abuse and disgrace. THAT KISS. One morning very early, While riding out on biz,I overtook a couple With red hair and cute phiz;He put his arm around her, He smacked her, O, what bliss!I caught the fellow at it, I saw him steal that kiss. The maiden blushed a little, Bout the color of her hair,As soon as she discovered That Bill Dash was there,Said, Good morning, Mr. Dash, Quite eraly to ride saw that fellow—kiss me, Youll tell of it no doubt. I smiled and told the lady Id keep the thing quite still; She said I dont believe here ! I know you, Bill; 41- BILLY DASH POEMS. Youll have it in the pampersBefore to-morrow night. And so, to prove her words true,Of course Ive had to write. MORAL. Now, gents, before you kiss her ; And ladies, too, beware !Wait a moment, look around; Perhaps theres some one if you are satisfied Theres no one at your backs—You knov/ just how tis yourselves : One—two—three, blissful A POLITICIANS SOLILOQUY, Ive got the nomination, And president Ill be, ^ Twas managed very nicely, Hurrali! three cheers for kept inside the ring, Pulled wires all along,Im just the same as lected, Our party is so strong. I expect the Editors Will each unsheath his knife;Before I reach the White House Theyll nearly take my said the rules a poor one That will not work each way;After elections over, O, wont I make it pay! See, when a fellow gets there. Theres offices to let;Brave patriots that want them. Theyll bid up high, you bet. 46 BILLY DASH POEMS. How tlie money will come in,I almost liear it jingle— Hark ! what was that ? ah ! I knowConscience felt a tingle, But then, twill quiet conscience To be a President;And youre only getting back The money you have spentIn buying your election, That makes a perfect logic—you cant beat it; And conscience sees the point. Heigh, ho ! Elections over, And Im out in the cold.(Tis just the same old
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