Popping Corn.In the firelight's warmth and glow, When old earth, from wintry weather Warms himself with robes of snow. Jennie gets the iron kettle, And the corn begins to pop John's emotions will not settle, And his heart goes flip'ty flop. As the maid with nimble fingers Slowly shells the pearly corn, In John's heart a passion lingers, Waiting, struggling to be born. Jennie holds the lid down tightly, While the bursting corn grows light Face of John becomes unsightly, Turning red, then turning white. Jennie finishes the popping In high culinary art; Something keeps a highball hopping In the kettle of John's heart. Jennie lifts the kettle cover; Still a few grains hop about Then the fire John's heart is over, Corn like, turns it inside out. John the question pops in sputters, That gives both a common fate Jennie then the popcorn butters, And they both eat from one plate. __J. M. Cavaness.
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Jayhawker Juleps
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)
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