Sonnets of a Chorus Girl (Sonnet 4)

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A Real Kind Gent

HE waits beside the entrance every night,
And when we've et till I can't hold no more
He takes me in a hansom to my door;
It may be that he ain't so very bright,
But that don't tie no ribbons--he's all right!
I never met a kinder gent before;
It's sweet to hear the way he can implore
The right to buy me everything in sight.

I wonder if his folks will raise a row
When him and me goes home to get their blessin'?
Well, I can tell them one thing, anyhow:
If they freeze up on me they'll learn a lesson!
His sisters may be proud, but I'll allow
Them handicaps and keep them busy guessin'.