Classic Poem

MY Blazing J EWEL ! in thee all gems have part:
Red garnets and red rubies hot and bold,
Enkindling diamond and mellow gold,
Quick levin flickering at the opal's heart,
And the prismed crystal's fiery-edged dart,
All blent to dazzle him that dares behold. . . .
A Red Head, says the world, will always scold ...
This lowbrowed world! It thinks it's Awful Smart!

Ah me! that sad Eleventh Wife of mine!
She nagged me, in a shrill, high, tinny tone,
Until I hogtied her with hammock twine
And bound her, talking, to a gramophone,
Within a cell where each jaws each alway ...
These voices of the past! Ah, welladay!