Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-01-16
From TIE Boston Daily Times.

There's nothing but o. X.
They do not use the alphabet,
What e'er they wish to say,
And all the letters they forget,
Except the o. and X.
I've seen them on the Atlas page,
And also in the Post,
When both we're boiling DER with rage,
To see which fibbed the must.
The Major has kome off the best;
The Kernel is surprised!
The one it seems meant oil horrect,
The other, oil Kapsi-ed!
Professions have been all the 60,
And Examinations tall:
Hand bills we're headed with K. o.,
Which means, they say, kome oil!
The way the people sailed out,
Was kaution to the lazy;
And when o. K. hear them shout,
thought it meant oHkrdzy.
They say that Blair, the editor,
Iso. X. off to Kuba,
But what it is he's gone there for,
Is nothing but false rumor.
K. K, the konkered candidate,
Must yield to freedoms right;
He's handsome man, but Xxx,
He kouM not konse Il k,ctte!
There's Butler too, in whom, Wings say,
No man kan safely trust;
They tell him oft to X. K,
Keep karefuly his krust.
The people thought when he took hold
To prove that votes were bought,
A monstrous fraud would kwick be told,
With Wings. o. X, oRkaughH
The Merchants too have been o. T.,
Hard times have loudly said 1t;
1t long has been too much their way,
To buy and sell on kredit.
They'll now adopt as bad a koufse,
Be o. X, orer kauLious,
Which constantly will prove source,
OF miseries and tortures.
The President, that big steam ship,
Has acted very droll;
She was o. X. her second trip,
For she got out Of kodl
X. X. X. is the proper name,
For all the New York boats;
Kernard kap koaquer on the main,
Each streamer tina, it floats.
The would be swell, whose purse is drained
Who kannot kut dash:
To see o. K, his heart is panied,
Because he's out Of kdsh
He cen resolves to kut his throat,
But feels somewhat afraid,
He views o. X. his orful koat,
And Earrs last bill unpaid.
Wiener you read an accident,
IT'S o. X. you see;
An orrible kalamity,--
Orful catastrophe.
And when the people rave and rant,
About some trihlng thing,
You'll find it's o. X, oil kant,
Which makes the hountry ring.
They're running X. KS in the street,
And handsomely they GO;
I've heard the kaled konuenient hdbs,
By one who ought to know
He said he rode in one, one day,
When heavily it stormed,
And thought them just the thing for those
Who are o. X, oil horned.
The beauteous girls, unkoncousy,
Kause many sad regrets,
They love to be o. X,
Such orrible kokettS!
know of one whose tisxen hair,
Hangs down o. X, Oh kurly;
Her lips the sweets of Eden bear,
And more,-she ne'sr speaks surly,
To win this angels heart and hand,
I used o. X, oil Running;
And thought to make my konverse grand,
By great attempts at punning.
Twas all in vain,--she merely said
She liked me as friend,
And now she's quilting young blade,
Whose love thus sad will end
The kry Of o. X. renls the air,
From North to South it goes,-
It's on, shop in Brattle Square
Where negroes sell old kiothss!
The world ne'er saw such kurious times,
Since politics were born,--
You'll see o. Un grain store signs.
Which stands for Oats and horn!
This theme has on Pegasus way,
Most wontonly obtruded,
And now, with joy, | have to say
It's o. K. oil konkludcd.
Yet four more lines needs must write,
From which there's no retreat,
o. k.sgain must enGite,
And 10 it's oil kompl:tc! c,