Love Sonnets of an Office Boy (Sonnet 15)

XV

WHEN her and me were here alone, at noon,

And she had bit a pickle square in two,

I set and watched and listened to her chew,

And thought how sweet she was, and pretty soon

She happened to look down at me and say:

"You seem so sad, poor boy; what's wrong with you?"

And then I got to shiverin' all through

And wished that I was forty miles away.

I tried to think of some excuse to make,

But something seemed all whirly in my head,

And so the first blame thing I knew I said:

"It's nothin' only just the stummick ache."

Sometimes I almost wisht that I was dead

For settin' there and makin' such a break.