VII

At Midnight when I got a gasp for lunch

I mushed it for the Car-Barns just to lamp

And see the Creamy Charlies do the vamp

And swing their Fancy Floras in the crunch.

I piped my Pansy in among the bunch

And asked her would she mix it with the Champ,

Would n't she like to join me in a stamp?

She saw me first and stopped me with a punch.

I saw her hook a loop with Gill the Grip,

With Pinky Smith and Handsome Hank she heeled;

With all the dossy bunks she took a skip

Each time the German tune-professor spieled.

But nix with me the lightsome toe she sprung -

As Caesar said to Cassius, “Ouch! I'm stung!”