THE TRAGEDY
Annie Bordeau, all dressed in black
Stood crying in the pale moonlight
Annie Bordeau kept looking back
And crying in the pale moonlight.
She thought of a lad who hours before
By the light of the pale moon
Had come to call at her wooden door
Came by the light of the moon.
Johnny Trinker's face was white and ashen
Barren in the moonlight
But Johnny loved pretty Ann with passion
And went for her that night.
Johnny Trinker's body hangs on the gate
Still in the pale moonlight
Back there at Bourdeau's big estate
Silent in the moonlight.
Killed by Annie's father there
Dead beneath the moon
Willed by
Annie's father there
Still beneath the moon.
Annie Bordeau, all dressed in black
Stands crying in the pale moonlight.
Annie Bordeau keeps looking back
and crying in the pale moonlight.
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A POEM
What's Most beautiful, Fred
A fellow asked of me
And I feeling dutiful, said
Just a poem.
And cause I said a poem
He nearly split his side
Cause to those that don't know 'em
Poems ain't justified.
But I will hold my say
Because I'm feeling dutiful
I'll write a poem today
For it to me is beautiful
In Defense of Athletes
When a feller's an athlete
Some say he's muscle bound
But just cause he's strong or fleet
Don't mean his head ain't sound.
Now, of this I've had enough
I've seem some lovers of art
Who were really pretty rough
As well as being smart.
,
The Rhymer
He walked, hitched, and jumped the
trains
For bright burned the love of
knowledge
He met with the winds and the rains
As he made his way to college.
Yes, he hopped aboard the freights
And enjoyed the open air
He played football in three states
And found the weather fair.
He had so little food at times
And saw his share of strife
But he just wrote his ringing rhymes
and loved the college life.
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