Mum's Rhymes

MOTHER TYPES"We all like your small poems"So the family said,"Pray give us all some copies"That went straight to my head.Straight to my trusty typewriter,I put five papers in,Soon I'd have those copiesCarbon paper was between.With joy I slipped them out,Quite glad I had some moreOnly to find the carbon paperHind sides before.Eva M. R. Salway* * ** ** * * * * *A-A-ACHEWA-chew, A-chew, I wish I were dead,A-chew, oh, my, got a cold in my head?Oh dear me no, it's that ragweed again,But what is the use for me to complain?Ragweed by the door, and all over the street,In vacant lots wherever you meet,It's found in the gardens, and in the nitch in the wall,However I try, can't avoid it at all.AL-chew, A-chew, it makes my eyes sore,It tickles my nose, can't smell any more,My throat and ears itch, and my head feels dumb,Ragweed wherever you go, and then some.For pity sake, owners of gardens and lots,Get rid of these pests, from all your plots,City fathers, think when the council next meet,To make our nice town, a more healthful retreat.Eva M. R. SalwayMum's Poems pg 45