Anaheim Poem by Pierre Rausch

That the stature should dimmish
His blouse draps himself
It is only barkeepers who can say
That I adore Anaheim

What brains she possessed
Read nonsense
She owned the facts

Admiration to be feared
There is nothing to be feared
But to pull the stop
And rain all summer

You plaied the mouse-trap
With brown stockings
Without suspecting Anaheim
The stage isn't controlled

Hold on to me
It blew away
But my head just spins
Is a shop over the way

Will caracter belong to that class
Will complete the sketch later on