Sonnets of a Chorus Girl (Sonnet 1)

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An Easy Mash

LAST night I seen him in the second row;
You ought of saw the way he looked at me!
And when I done my fancy kick--oh, gee!
He simply yelled, it seemed to please him so.
They say his father has a pile of dough
And he's the only son. I guess I'll see
If something can't be done. It ought to be
An easy thing to get the boy in tow.

He don't look much as though he knew a lot,
But if he has the money I won't care;
I guess I wouldn't like to have a yacht
And ropes of pearls and fancy things to wear!
And then there are the papers--think of what
They'll say when I have caught my millionaire.