Explore "Thrills of a Bell Boy" by Samuel Ellsworth Kiser on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I'M sorry fer the poor old boy we've got / In seven-sixty-six; he's nearly due / To ask St. Peter to please let him through.
His wife's a beaut and young, and mebby what / She's doin' right along is hope he'll not / Be yanked away and planted in the sod / With her left here to fasten to his wad- / If that's your guess, though, take another shot.