AMANDA HOOKER by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

 

Nigh forty years have passed me by, I,

                                poor Amanda Hooker.                                                    

When I was young, the boys all said

                                “Amanda, is some looker.”

But all the men have passed me by,

Dear Sisters, can you tell me why?

 

I’ve read all the books on wedded bliss, just

                                how to hold their hands and kiss,

I’ve learned to cook and keep a home and

                                never from my fireside roam.

By winnin’ smiles and bashful look.

I’ve done my best, a man to hook.

 

I’ve always tried to do my duty, bought

                                creams to make myself a beauty.

I’ve spent a mint of hard earned money and

                                seems to me its mighty funny.

For after this long race I’ve ran,

I never yet have hooked a man.

 

 

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

 

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