|"A POETICAL POSEUR|
Behold this pale little poet,
With finger at forehead to show it;
But the way he gets scads
Is by writing soap ads,
But he wants nobody to know it!
You're old and gray, you're bent and lame
Yet on each arm you boast a dame
You think the gals are sweet on you
It's just your SUGAR, sad but true!"
|"TO MY VALENTINE|
Of growling your
household hears more
than its share.
For your manners are
modelled on those
of a bear.
Of this sort of thing
you should know people tire
Do give them a rest,
now and then
from your ire."
|'To my Valentine|
'Tis a lemon that I hand you
And bid you now "skidoo,"
Because I love another -
There is no chance for you!'
|"HEART-AGONY IS A FREQUENT AFFLICTION WITH YOU.|
Into your soft and susceptible heart,
Cupid, shy Cupid sends many a dart!
Some arrow-proof armour you ought to prepare;
Then the pangs of these wounds you'd not have to endure."
Your bright shining pate is seen at all shows
And invariably down the bald-headed rows.
Where you make conspicuous by your ardent care
Your true ardent love for that one lonesome hair.
|"Beware of the|
Snake in the Grass."
On account of your talk of others' affairs
At most dances you sit warming the chairs.
Because of the care with which you attend
To all others' business you haven't a friend."
And, of course, there's one for the postal worker who delivers these cards!
I hope your Valentines are friendlier!
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