Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Keep Your Mouth Shet - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
That 's me ! But nobody knows it,
Er's onto the racket but me ;
Wen anyone asks me, ' How goes it?'
I jes keep my mouth shet see?
Wen others are blatherin away
Argyin, chewin and frothin
I quietly cock up my hay,
Er jest saw wood and say nothin !
I 'm sparkin ole Purpletop's gal :
So 's six other fellers sides me ;
Thur talkin her hair outer curl,
Wile I keep me mouth shet see?
They chatter an splutter and hiss,
Like a big lamp-glass with a moth in ;
Wile I casionally corral a kiss,
Er jes saw wood an say nothin !
I reckon I 'm doin um up ;
Each talks too much with his mouth,
While I sit es cool as the North,
An they air as hot es the South.
She sits twixt me an the smarties
A dear little queen on her throne ;
Half-way between the two parties
An elegant Temperate zone !
Las night I held up a ring :
I said ne'er a word I wuz dumb !
She held up her pretty brown hand
Two fingers an one little thumb.
Sez I, in a whisper, ' Three days?'
She frowned, an my bosom was prodded ;
I gasped ' Do you mean in three months?'
She smiled like an angel and nodded !
So you see I am doin um up,
In spite uv ther chinnin an frothin ;
I set by the wood box an grin,
And take it all in and say nothin !
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