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Oh, Promise Me!
When he was courting
He promised me gold,
And all the furs
My arms could hold.
The world, so he said
He would lay at my feet,
I scarcely believed
But it’s true and complete:
I have a gold filling,
(Third molar, I think)
And a purring old cat
With fur soft as mink.
The world he tracks in
All over the room,
And I sweep it out
Ahead of my broom.
by Nelda Wood Martin
When he was courting
He promised me gold,
And all the furs
My arms could hold.
The world, so he said
He would lay at my feet,
I scarcely believed
But it’s true and complete:
I have a gold filling,
(Third molar, I think)
And a purring old cat
With fur soft as mink.
The world he tracks in
All over the room,
And I sweep it out
Ahead of my broom.
by Nelda Wood Martin
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