CLERK, corresponding,
Rooster and Comb,
Here I sit idle
Thinking of home;
I must be grafting
Living to earn,
More correspondence,
Write by return.
Clerk in employ of
Shoddy and Woods,
Thinks that we have not
Forwarded goods.
Parcel we sent them
Missing, I learn,
Says in his postscript:
Write by return.
Here is another
Letter from Bland
Cheque he expected
Isnt to hand.
How we forgot it
Cannot discern,
Forward remittance,
Write by return.
Here is another
O how they come?
Treats of a Bender
Planned by a chum.
See on the margin,
Big letters: Burn
After perusal
Write by return.
Mail in from England,
Letters for me
Dear little sweetheart
Over the sea.
Quite broken-hearted,
O how I yearn
Only to see you. . . .
Write by return.
One who will never
Think that Im bad
Writes me a letter
Tearful and sad.
Thinks that Im starving,
Filled with concern,
Sends me some money
Write by return.
Letter from father,
Sent to his son,
All is forgiven
Fat calf for one.
O that I ever
Thought he was stern
Money for passage
Write by return.