Classic Poem

Little Matilda Megrew
Was a radiant creature to view.
She'd the poise of a queen, and such infinite grace,
And her tresses of gold framed her beautiful face.
Her complexion was peaches and cream,
And her eyes a cerulean blue,
And the neighbors declared, as they turned round and stared:
“She's a beauty, is Tillie Megrew.”

Her sister, poor Sophie Megrew,
Had eyes that were rather askew,
And she walked with the lumbering grace of a dray,
And her buckteeth stood out in a comical way.
She was gawky and clumsy to boot.
She was freckled and pigeon-toed, too.
When they saw her appear, all the neighbors said: “Dear,
There's that hideous Sophie Megrew.”

Matilda now acts for the screen,
And she rides in her own limousine,
And she lives in a wonderful palace, I hear,
For she makes nearly five hundred thousand a year.
The theatres are crowded each night
Wherever her pictures are seen,
And the audience cheers every time she appears:
“There's Matilda the Cinema Queen.”

But Sophie—it's strange but it's true—
Now acts for the cinema too.
She has jewels and servants and autos galore,
For she earns just as much as Matilda, or more.
The police have to keep back the crowds
When a picture of Sophie is due.
Young and old shriek with glee when her picture they see:
“Oh, that comical Sophie Megrew!”