Poetry of Kansas

The Wriggly, Giggly Girl

I met her in the morning,
    And said: "How do you do?"
She wriggled me a greeting,
    And giggled: "How are you?"
I met her at the noon hour,
    And said; "How are you now?"
She giggled: "I am well, sir,"
    And wriggled me a bow.
We met again at even;
    I said: "I hope you're well"
She giggled: "Yes, as ever,"
    And wriggled on a spell.
In sleep a nightmare seized me,
    And held me fast and tight,
And I dreamed I saw her wriggling
    And giggling like a fright.

Quillings In Verse
John Edward Everett
(Smith Center: ___. 1912)
Page 98

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