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LOVE SONNETS OF AN
OFFICE BOY
Love Sonnets of an
Office Boy
By
Samuel Ellsworth Kiser
Illustrated by
John T. McCutcheon
Forbes & Company
Boston and Chicago
1902
Copyright, 1902
By Samuel Ellsworth Kiser
Published by arrangement with
The Chicago Record-Herald
Colonial Press: Electrotyped and Printed
by C. H. Simonds & Co., Boston, U.S.A.
LOVE SONNETS OF AN
OFFICE BOY
I.
| Oh, if you only knowed how much I like To stand here, when the "old man" ain't around, And watch your soft, white fingers while you pound Away at them there keys! Each time you strike It almost seems to me as though you'd found Some way, while writin' letters, how to play Sweet music on that thing, because the sound Is something I could listen to all day. You're twenty-five or six and I'm fourteen, And you don't hardly ever notice me— But when you do, you call me Willie! Gee, I wisht I'd bundles of the old long green And could be twenty-eight or nine or so, And something happened to your other beau. |
II.
| I heard the old man scoldin' yesterday Because your spellin' didn't suit him quite; He said you'd better go to school at night, And you was rattled when he turned away; You had to tear the letter up and write It all again, and when nobody seen I went and dented in his hat for spite: That's what he got for treatin' you so mean. I wish that you typewrote for me and we Was far off on an island, all alone; I'd fix a place up under some nice tree, And every time your fingers struck a key I'd grab your hands and hold them in my own, And any way you spelt would do for me. |
