|
O, 'Struth! It won't bear thinkin' uv! It's crook
An' I'm a mean, unfeelin' dawg to look
At things like that. Doreen's Doreen to me,
The sweetest peach on w'ich a man wus shook.
'Er "pore dear Par"… I s'pose 'e 'ad 'is day.
An' kissed an' smooged an' loved 'er in 'is way.
An' wed an' took 'is chances like a man—
But, Gawd, this splicin' racket ain't all play.
Love is a gamble, an' there ain't no certs.
Some day, I s'pose, I'll git wise to the skirts,
An' learn to take the bitter wiv the sweet…
But, strike me purple! "Willie!" That's wot 'urts.
|
