Sonnets of a Chorus Girl (Sonnet 13)
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THE saddest words of tongue or pen, they say,
Are "might have been," and that's no lie, I guess;
I'm not down-hearted, but I will confess
That I ain't what you might call feelin' gay.
It's three nights since I've saw him; yesterday
I hear his dear old dad was penniless
And hangin' out the signal of distress
Gee, things just simply will not come my way.
The rubber nipple trust has went to smash;
It's lucky that I didn't jump too quick!
I tell you what, there's no use being rash;
If we was married wouldn't I be sick?
Still, I half liked him when he had the cash
Although the girls did say he was a stick.