Classic Poem

Maud Muller, on a summer's day,
Powdered her nose with Bon Sachet .

Beneath her lingerie hat appeared
Eyebrows and cheeks that were well veneered.

Singing she rocked on the front piazz,
To the tune of " The Land of the Sky Blue Jazz. "

But the song expired on the summer air,
And she said " This won't get me anywhere. "

The judge in his car looked up at her
And signalled " Stop! " to his brave chauffeur.

He smiled a smile that is known as broad,
And he said to Miss Muller, " Hello, how's Maud? "

" What sultry weather this is? Gee whiz! "
Said Maud. Said the judge, " I'll say it is. "

" Your coat is heavy. Why don't you shed it?
Have a drink? " said Maud. Said the judge, " You said it. "

And Maud, with the joy of bucolic youth,
Blended some gin and some French vermouth.

Maud Muller sighed, as she poured the gin,
" I've got something on Whittier's heroine. "

" Thanks, " said the judge, " a peppier brew
From a fairer hand was never knew. "

And when the judge had had number 7,
Maud seemed an angel direct from Heaven.

And the judge declared, " You're a lovely girl,
An' I'm for you, Maudie, I'll tell the worl'. "

And the judge said, " Marry me, Maudie dearie? "
And Maud said yes to the well known query.

And she often thinks, in her rustic way,
As she powders her nose with Bon Sachet ,

" I never'n the world would 'a got that guy,
If I'd waited till after the First o' July. "

And of all glad words of prose or rhyme,
The gladdest are, " Act while there yet is time. "