Page 71 - 1923 VES Meteor

(Afler)
Well, here I a m - back again, rt's really not so "worse,"
H olidays have come to end,
And I'm "busted" in the purse.
l didn't get to pull my "spree," Because my plans fell through,
Things weren't like I thought they'd be, :My dreams did not come tnte.
The cigarettes were awful strong, And home seemed good at night,
:My best girl did me ·wrong, Oh, I guess school's all right.
A peanut stoou on the ntilroad track, His heart was all n-flutt<·r,
The three forty-five came rumbling past; Toot, toot, Peanut Butter.
Cicero: "Let's sec who can make the funniest face." Prine: "Aw, gwau, look at the head start you've got."
A black pussy cat on a mad hornet sat, So I was told by the rooster.
Now the hornet, poor thing, is minus her sting, And the cat don't walk like she usester.
TJittlc Olnclys awoke about two a. m. : HlJfuvvcr," she begged, ''tell me a fairy tale."
"It's too late, dearie, Daddy will soon come itt and he'll tell us both one."
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