I HAD BUT FIFTY CENTS
Hello and greetings everyone.
I was just reading some poetry the other day. It’s called “I Had But Fifty Cents.” I got bored, but this poetry has humor and whimsical to it. So, I was very much amused. It is a tale of a young lad, who doesn’t have much money to spend on a date with his girlfriend while on their actual date. I’m sure this happens in real life to many guys and gals at one point of their dating relationship.
Read on…
I took my girl to a fancy ball;
It was a social hop;
We waited till the folks got out,
And the music it did stop.
Then to a restaurant we went,
The best one on the street;
She said she wasn’t hungry,
But this is what she eat:
A dozen raw, a plate of slaw,
A chicken and a roast,
Some applesass, and sparagrass,
And soft-shell crabs on toast.
A big box stew, and crackers too;
Her appetite was immense!
When she called for pie,
I thought I’d die,
For I had but fifty cents.
She said she wasn’t hungry
And didn’t care to eat,
But I’ve got money in my clothes
To bet she can’t be beat;
She took it in so cozy,
She had an awful tank;
She said she wasn’t thirsty,
But this is what she drank:
A whisky skin, a glass of gin,
Which made me shake with fear,
A ginger pop, with rum on top,
A schooner then of beer,
A glass of ale, a gin cocktail;
She should have had more sense;
When she called for more,
I fell on the floor,
For I had but fifty cents.
Of course I wasn’t hungry,
And didn’t care to eat,
Expecting every moment
To be kicked into the street;
She said she’d fetch her family round,
And some night we’d have fun;
When I gave the man the fifty cents,
This is what he done:
He tore my clothes,
He smashed my nose,
He hit me on the jaw,
He gave me a prize
Of a pair of black eyes
And with me swept the floor.
He took me where my pants hung loose,
And threw me over the fence;
Take my advice, don’t try it twice
If you’ve got but fifty cents!
By: Unknown
Thanks for stopping by and reading. I hope this amused you as it did me. Have a great day.
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