Fall Poetry

A CERTAIN young woman, named Hannah,
Slipped down on a piece of banana;
She shrieked, and oh - my'd!
And more stars she spied
Than belongs to the star - spangled banner.

A gentleman sprang to assist her,
And picked up her muff and her wrister.
“Did you fall, ma'am?” he cried;
“Do you think,” she replied,
“I sat down for the fun of it, Mister?”
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