Love Sonnets of an Office Boy

I'd like to have a lock of her brown hair, / For that would be a part of her, you know; / And if she'd tie it with a little bow / Of ribbon, then I'd fasten it somewhere / Clear down inside, next to my heart, to wear, / And fix it over every week or so, / When I changed undershirts, or maw she'd go / And raise a fuss because she found it there.

One day when bizness wasn't on the boom / She trimmed her finger-nails, and one piece flew / To where I was, almost acrost the room; / I watched the spot where it went tumblin' to, / And now a piece of her is mine; it come / Right from the end of her dear little thumb.