Bread and Butter.So that I might go to see A little maid I knew in childhood Whom I loved most ardently. I think I was about fourteen, I asked my ma if I might go And call upon the little miss, She shook her head and answered no. She thought I was too young, she said, I'd better wait a year or two So that when I a courting went I'd know some better how to do. I thought I then knew nearly all, And soon would learn about the rest, So off I started to my call, In shining shoes and Sunday vest. But when she met me at the door, Oh how my heart did jump and flutter ! She handed me (which grieved me sore,) A nice large piece of bread and butter. I took the bread and hung my head, Not knowing what to say or do; But, by her looks, and words she said, Decided I had better go. And off I went adown the street. My head was lying on my breast, My eyes were fastened on my feet, My mind, you know, was not at rest. 'Twas injury to innocence. The only swear words that I utter Are when some dolt for want of sense Will tell about that bread and butter. __Colfax Burgoyne Harman |
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)
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