Explore "Ballade to a Lady. (to Annabelle.)" by Franklin P. Adams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Pipe to the tip I'm handing, Kid; / Get jerry to the salve I throw; / Just paste it in your merrywid / While I pull out the tremolo. / This stuff ain't any paper snow -- / I never was a bull con gee -- / Wise up to this and sing it slow: / You make an awful splash with me.
My line of bunk is like to skid; / (The subject is so smooth -- get joe? ) / My fountain pen's an invalid; / I can't dope words like L. Defoe / Puts in describing up a show, / But, kiddo, you have put the bee / On father, surest thing you know. / You make an awful splash with me.