SA Which is a sailor bold, "My crew has such a bunch of brains As seldom you behold. They cannot reef a marlinespike Or trim the after rail. Their sailoring was learned, belike, By telegraph or mail "But singin' glees, You understand, Their melodies Is grand. "I never seen no mortal crew That is so little use; They cannot polish up the screw Or keep the capstan loose. To me they never is polite, They like to make me chase all night "But though at sea They are a shine, Their poetry HELMA was a tango-teacher, THELMA She knew all the variations Of the gyratory nations, From the Seminoles to Greeks. She cavorted anywhere; She was called "The Little Dipper"; At a summer habitation Thelma was the drawing rage, Gentlemen of every age. He was big and brave and burly, His redoubtable renown. There was none who owned a locker So to Thelma's quick assistance. And he weighed just ninety-three. He could trip the innovation With fair Thelma, blithe and light, And he slipped the hesitation Through each tuneful summer night. Till their last maxixe they glided Left his nerves and collar limp: "I might tell you, now I'm leaving, I am really Mrs. Gimp. "We were married in Manhattan, I've appointments there for weeks. Music stopped? Oh, what a pity! Thank you for that last maxixe." |