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
Copyright Roy Richard