Mick At Th' Med (After C. J. Dennis) Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Cobber Mick tol how him get cut on th block
He wz quik to say bout an to talk.
Wuz in a fight?
Sez he, No, not on my life.
At the med bout my brokn arm
Git it whn I do be usn my best charm.
Wuz this jane, a bit of a fluff, on which had nothn to lose
Giv me a crock on th block when I giv her a snooze.
Arm all set proper, in cast of plaster
Itchd to high heven caus the heat and wethr.
So she sz to me, th's bonzer peach all dresd in whit,
"walk this way, " down the hall went she in mi site.
I watchd her go, just stud thr cause wsnt sure
That I be up to folown her.
best as I cud, I tried
With arm in sling hangn by my sid
Up on my tippytoe and walkd sort of lik
She' d done with skirt too tight.
Mov'n my hips like two pigs in a poke
Wrestln to get free wz the way I did walk.
She stood ther jest a moment, thn she threw
Th board with me paprs, which struck the blew
Near dotted me eye, this crock landed
As she just sort of like exploded.