The Democrat. (Scotland Neck, Halifax Co., N.C.) 1884-1896, 1893-05-11

| had thought Of Washington
| The greatest the sun shone on.
! had thought of Alexander tho Great,
Ia md the Kansas crank with no socks on
his fate.
| | thought of al the Georgia Hams,
OF Dlnk Bolts, Dismuke and Stanhope
Sans.
Thought Of Hokc Smith and Joe Daniels.
thought of Klngsbury, Kerr and Ashe,
Then nv rymes all went to smash.
| thought Of Caldwell and grew quite
rash,
But couldn't do justice to bis red mous>
tachs.
thought of Scott and his lonesome
nights.
No one to sew buttons on his shytes.
thought Of Mr.. Harper; he wouldn't do
! He looks like the ad. of the Douglass
shce.
| thought Of pyramids and the Eitfel
tower,
Dreamed of the bank account of Roscow.
Or;
! | thought of Wllkesboro whore orator
! Deal
Save us the stuff that made as reel.
| | sized up Marshall, then thought l was
III clover,
When | settled on McDairmidx who
laughs all over.
| turned to Latham with his chiyalri1
Looking around TO make mash.
| recalled the fail Of Prof. Cook,
Whose VOWS Of celibAcy he basely for>
SOCK
thought Of the lucky editors who'd got
government pie,
Leaving us fellows alone to root hog or
die
| named over all the Knights OF the quill,
But none OF them would Till the bill.
thought Of PETER 8 gigantic mind,
But feared it grew on pumpkin vine.
| thought of Mrs. Lease and the political
wrongs
But she reminded me Of an old pair tongs,
She can inspire when all else would fail,
But refuse to make her the head of my
tale.
| contrasted tho women who marty for
TOCks,
With The Maud Muller kind that darn the
socks,
Thought if ever had wedding day,
I'd prefer the kind tina. rake ed the hay.
imagined | sat under the slyery moon
With New Berne girl that loved TO
spoon.
But then ] felt a sudden frigh.
Heard mosquitoes chirp in the Silly
night.
thought of Baby Mckee and little Ruth,
imagined they were cutting tooth.
Then nv thoughts went up in the skies,
Whers editors 20 that DO not tell lies.
A very good place for eagles to 60,
Thought editors more at home below.
Then my mind came down with a scoop
And lit at once on the crlnollne hoop,
What sight for girls to put on airs,
As they go ''climbing up the golden
stairs
| began to get weary of my fruitles.
search,
But couldn't afford to be left in the lurch.
pat up ing pencil and Law down to rest,
Dreamed | was IN the sea, dressed in my
best.
Dreamed | was poet,
But folks d,dn't knew 1t.
Phy1nes came to time,
And poetry sublime,
pulled off my coat,
And | wrote and | wrote.
My ideas got big; | th ought I'd blow up,
But | took llttle Wlnslow's syringe
syrup.
The poem vas grand as grand could be
Writ by an editor at the bottom OF the
sea.
1t was Iich, rare and interesting tale,
But alas, alas, twas swallowed hy 4
whale.
The whale said | was too tough to chew
And refused to grant me an interview.
About this time woke from nv dream,
Bat heard the ElidnIght owl scream.
There came in the room leather wing
And | hardly knew where | wasat.'
knocked him down and went back to
bed,
heard cats fighting on the back shed,
Put my clothes on and sat down to
write,
| told all that happened that very night.
1t is sad to relate
At this late date,
The draughts I've drank
From the poetic tank,
hope I'm excused
For having used
So much of your time
A hunting of rhyme.
Now my poems about to close.
I'm getting tired under the nose.
The best of rhymes must end, you know.
And I'm coming nigh the end Of my row.
| must close by mentioning the James
City war,
Which is the silliest thing ever saw.
How foolish to call out the military
To oust the "poor nlggers'' on the Bryan
lands.