She declared,“I seen me
the Queen of the Englanders
Once, over to the Soo,
And she weren’t no skank.
If I get off to sleep, don’t be fearin’
I can’t find my way back to the shack, eh.
I done that trail solo many a night
And couldn’t say I’d a wanted it
Any other way.
I been alone in crowds,
And mostly I don’t like no numbers
Over the sum of two,
So if you’re interested
In somethin’
More than seein’ night-sights
And poundin' down shooters,
And I was you,
This might be the time
To be declaring’
Your intentions
In words a girl
Can’t get mixed up
In her whiskey.”
Gentlemen don’t talk out of school,
So let’s leave it at this:
I confess to a weakness
For long-legged women
In red dancing shoes
Who can cast a fly
To a sou,
And wing-shoot like
Cupid.