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Wit and Humor of America, The Vol 06

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<h2>VERRE DEFINITE</h2> <h3>BY WALLACE BRUCE AMSBARY</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> It' verre long, long tam', ma frien', I'm leeve on Bourbonnais, I'm keep de gen'rale merchandise, I'm prom'nent man, dey say; I'm sell mos' every t'ing dere ees, From sulky plow to sock, I don' care w'at you ask me for, You'll fin' it in my stock. </div> <div class="stanza"> Las' w'ek dere was de petite fille Of ma frien', Gosse, he com' Into ma shop to get stocking, She want to buy her som'; She was herself not verre ol', Near twelve year, I suppose; She com' to me an' say, "M'sieu, I wan' to buy som' hose." </div> <div class="stanza"> I always mak' de custom rule, No matter who it ees, To be polite an' eloquent In transack of ma beez; I say to her, "For who you wan' Dese stockings to be wear?" She say she need wan pair herself, Also for small bruddére. </div> <div class="stanza"> She say her bruddére's eight years ol' An' coming almos' nine, An' I am twelve, mos' near t'irteen, Dat size will do for mine: An' modder she will tak' beeg pair, She weigh 'bout half a ton, She wan' de size of forty year Going on forty-one. </div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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