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| CVIII.
SONNIT-2 A KORN, Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||
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108. CVIII.
SONNIT-2 A KORN,
ON THE LITTLE TOE UV MY RITE FOOT, WICH OBSTINITLY
RESISTED MEDIKLE TREETMENT. WRITTEN AT THE HAIROIL
PERIOD UV MY LIFE, TO-WIT, 20 YEERS.
Distroyer uv my peece! old Folly is yoor dad,
Tite-boots yoor mother. Agony and Pain
(Deliteful ophspring) is yoor children twain
And hangin on their skirts a 1000 ills ez bad.
On Sunday nite, drest up, 2 Hanner Ann's I go—
2 sentiments my fluttrin sole divides—
I sink in agony—on joy's high hoss I rides—
Hevin in my hart—hell in that little toe.
O, Korn! wat woes we bring upon ourselves!
Why wuz not simple I kontent to hev
Feet uv the size that nacher, all-wise, gave?
Why did I try on 8's instid uv 12's?
Suthin I've larnt from thee—what nacher's dun,
Man can't improve and better let alone.
Tite-boots yoor mother. Agony and Pain
(Deliteful ophspring) is yoor children twain
And hangin on their skirts a 1000 ills ez bad.
On Sunday nite, drest up, 2 Hanner Ann's I go—
2 sentiments my fluttrin sole divides—
I sink in agony—on joy's high hoss I rides—
Hevin in my hart—hell in that little toe.
O, Korn! wat woes we bring upon ourselves!
Why wuz not simple I kontent to hev
Feet uv the size that nacher, all-wise, gave?
Why did I try on 8's instid uv 12's?
Suthin I've larnt from thee—what nacher's dun,
Man can't improve and better let alone.
| CVIII.
SONNIT-2 A KORN, Divers views, opinions, and prophecies of yoors
trooly, Petroleum V. Nasby | ||