SUSAN SIMPSON
Sudden swallows swiftly skimming,
Sunset’s slowly spreading shade,
Silvery songsters sweetly singing
Summer’s soothing serenade.
Susan Simpson strolled sedately.
Stifling sobs, suppressing sighs.
Seeing Stephen Slocum, stately
She stopped, showing some surprise.
“Say,” said Stephen, “sweetest sigher;
Say, shall Stephen spouseless stay?”
Susan, seeming somewhat shyer,
Showed submissiveness straightaway.
Summer’s season slowly stretches,
Susan Simpson Slocum she –
So she signed some simple sketches –
Soul sought soul successfully.
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Six September Susan swelters;
Six sharp seasons snow supplies;
Susan’s satin sofa shelters
Six small Slocums side by side
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