APOLOGY

For any lack of literary exactitude, for limping rhythm and faulty meter, the writer of these verses begs indulgence. They were for the most part born of the mood of a moment of exhibition, the green-inky atmosphere of an artillery-field, and set to paper between whiles of assignments. 

Biedermeier Partygoers 😖:

Abandoned Artillery Lobby of Pre-cinema Petty Distractions

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Said Kitty O' Sara to Mamies McCue

At last me dream has come true I've found me soul mate and the feelin' is great,

Now it's weddin' bells sure for us two

Oh! Gosh! But he's grand and when he holds me hand

I get goose pimples all over me

It's just open and shut

He's got me off me nut

I'm cuckoo as cuckoo can be:

beam

Their lamps looked into me heart I felt a thrill,

They manner copped me from the start

They eats wit' a knife and their food seems to float

They don’t it so poifect they don't cut their throat

I'm looney I vow I can't help it somehow

Meow.

Fio:

He dresses so smart buys his clothes a la carte

A Sears Roebuck fashion plate

Just pipe me new lid I got that from the kid,

When he gave his old sweetie the fate

Oh! Gee! But he's grand drives his car wit' one hand

Not a Ford but a swell Black and White

He's got dough put away ﾔcause he's sleepin' all day

And drivin' his taxi all night

Me?:

I guess we bot' had a hunch

I seen him put mustard all over his custard

We met in the Hangover Lunch

He showed me the pictures he's got in his flat

And that was the night that he gimme that hat

I'm looney I vow I can't help it somehow

Biedermeier Partygoers 😖Fuente, Staines Cicero and Arellano Hernández 1999, pp. 144–45. Olomouc 2019