Classic Poem

Old Grimes is dead, that o. f. man, —
He's gone to get his dues;
He used to wear a black string tie
And o. f. square-toed shoes.

Yes, Grimes is gone; we grieve that we
No more shall see his face;
He used to own an o. f. watch
Inside a chamois case.

He wound it with an o. f. key
That hung upon the chain,
And carried when he walked abroad
An ivory-headed cane.

He also wore a plain gold ring,
And gartered up his sleeves,
And when the weather it was warm
He lined his hat with leaves.

Ah, poor old Grimes is now at rest;
His o. f. coat was black;
When taking money from his purse,
He used to turn his back.

In these and other o. f. ways
His o. f. humors ran;
And everybody said he was
A fine old o. f. man.