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SONNIT-2 A SKEETER. |
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| CV.
SONNIT-2 A SKEETER. Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||

105. CV.
SONNIT-2 A SKEETER.
RITTEN WHILE FITIN THE CUSSES.
With sting uv strength—with teeth uv wondrous power,
Agin to vex us in the midnite hour,
With sleep-disturbin buz—with rest-destroyin hum.
Yoor here, and yoo 've a mishun,[1] 't is to bite
Awl sorts uv peeple, and 2 suck their blood,
Wich yoo perform jest ez a lawyer wood,
Only they bete yoo at it a darnation site.
Now sportivly yoo cup a old man's thigh,
And then, O luxury, yoo pierce a maden's neck,[2]
Then in2 childhood's brest yoor lance yoo stick;
Thus, like a epiqr, frum swete to swete yoo fly,
And frum eech fountin drinkin long and deep,
Like old McBeth, Esq., yoo murder sleep.
Wunst only did I envy the skeeter. I wuz a settin onto a rockincheer, and Hanner Ann wuz on my knee. A skeeter, who hed a eye for the bootiful, lit onto her buzzum. “Hanner Ann,” sez I, syin. “Wat?” sez she. “Wood, O, wood that I wuz a skeeter,” sez I, lookin ez tenderly ez I cood, considrin that she wuz 190 pounds in heft, and I hed bin a holdin uv her 2 hours—“wood that I wuz a skeeter, and hed my bill where he hez hizn!” “Petroleum,” sed she, histerikly, givin me a hug that lamed me for 6 weeks, “spozn yoo play skeeter!” I did so, but, alas! 3 weeks after she died from eetin green currants, and went to that land where skeeters is unknown, and where currants is ever ripe. Then did I take 2 poetizin, and her untimely deth akounts for the vane uv sadnis that runs thro my effoosions.
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SONNIT-2 A SKEETER. Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||