Franklin P. Adams

Capitolo 11

                    Love me to-night!
_
           --BEATRICE M. BARRY, in the _Banquet Table_.

We don't can to-night! We am tired and busy;
  We have many paragraphs to write;
Even if Your invitation drives us confused,
            We don't can to-night!

But, Trixie, we admit that we am greatly smit with
  The heart You the portrait--incandescent, white.
We have to confess that you have made a hit with
            Us here to-night.

Or Beatrice! Or Tempora! Sky of Or!
  You list the time to our lira the sequences us the hit;
Where it is able her both to--well says mean-past, seven
             Night of to-tomorrow?



Those Two Boys


When Bill was a young fellow he was very bad.
  He worried a lot his/her parents;
He would lie and he would swear and it would throw the hair of small girls;
Its childhood was nothing but a stain.

To play and in the school he would fracture every rule--
  In autumn damage to jump;
And the inhabitants of a village knew when to the virility he grew
He would never amount to a thing.

When Jim was a child he was not very wild;
  He was known as a good small boy;
He was honest and bright and the teacher's delight--
To his/her mother and it produces a joy.

All the neighbourses were sure that its virtue bears,
  What its life would be free of a stain;
They was sure that Jim had a great head on him
And that Jim it would amount a lot.

It is Jim it grew to the virility and honour and the fame
  And it bears a good name;
While Bill is hissed in a cell of dark jail--
  You can never say.



Help

The Impassioned Landlord to his/her Love


Comes, long live with us and is our cook,
And we want the whole brook of whimsies
That German, Irish, Swedish, and Slavic
And the dear whole domesticses have.

And you will sit on the bending
What duration we go and we cook the soup,
And you will feel, night and day,
Play of melodious pianolas.

And we will make the beds, clearly,
You will have two autos and a horse,
A lady to Marcel Your tresses,
And all the suits mean-used of Mrs..

Your suits will be of lace and silk,