Sonnets of a Chorus Girl (Sonnet 6)
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I WONDER how I'd feel if he would throw
A million in my lap--be still, my heart!
Gee, I'd not do a thing but chuck this part
And be the centerpiece in some new show.
Dear old Broadway would have a brighter glow,
And I'd become a patroness of art,
Not that I care for paintin's, but it's smart
To make 'em think you like such things, you know.
Still, what's the use of lightin' up before
You've any oil to lubricate your wick?
Somehow he don't appear so glad no more
To set there in the box and watch me kick;
I guess it's me to eat alone to-night,
With twenty cents to glut my appetite.