THE RELUCTANT EXHIBITIONIST
They told me to come see -
some guy with no legs was
running in place. Now that was
a sight for sore eyes. I looked over
my shoulder, and what did I see?
The newsman from the Daily Horn,
with his photographer, pushing to the
front of the line. 'We want to take a picture',
he said. 'What did you have in mind?',
I said back. 'Why nothing of the kind!'
he sternly spoke, 'we really just wish to
ed-u-cate the folk!' That's just the way
he said it too.
-
There's no sorrow like yesterday's sorrow,
even if it's tomorrow. I coughed up two dollars
and got a picture of the scene; nothing worth
nothing really, but I just had to have it.
They told me to come see -
some guy with no legs was
running in place. Now that was
a sight for sore eyes. I looked over
my shoulder, and what did I see?
The newsman from the Daily Horn,
with his photographer, pushing to the
front of the line. 'We want to take a picture',
he said. 'What did you have in mind?',
I said back. 'Why nothing of the kind!'
he sternly spoke, 'we really just wish to
ed-u-cate the folk!' That's just the way
he said it too.
-
There's no sorrow like yesterday's sorrow,
even if it's tomorrow. I coughed up two dollars
and got a picture of the scene; nothing worth
nothing really, but I just had to have it.
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