| How dear to my heart is the hump of the bustle,
As mem'ries of childhood recall it again. Its movement kept time to the silken skirt's rustle And furnished an optical treat for the men. The bustIe, the bustle, the fat, bobbing bustle That stuck out behind like a big, healthy wen. The wide-spreading bustle they say is returning And soon will be with us, our vision to cheer, To gladden the hearts that so long have been yearn- ing And looking for old-fashioned things to appear. The bustle, the bustle, let's get up and hustle And welcome the first one we see drawing near. The bustle of old, like the hump of a camel, Adorned the fair maiden, her charms to enhance; But the new one hangs down, all her movements to trammel Like slack in the seat of a big pair of pants. But so it's a bustle, why care we a cussel? Let joy be uncorked and go on with the dance. |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
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