Show Just Jus t F Folks 0 II s By Edgar A. A Guest THESE ARE MY SHABBY Y DAYS There are whiskers on my ties Fringes FrIng on my shirt cuffs too But though such things I despise I shall have to brave them through My bedraggled days are here Christmas day is drawing near Last years year's gloves are sad to see Stock of handkerchiefs is low But though awkward it may b bI be beI I must wait a a. week or so This to me the women say Make them do till Christmas day Now when eer I roll in bed My pajamas rip and tear Let the dreadful truth be said Ive I've no night clothes fit to wear But thc they tell me come what may I must wait till Christmas day Mean would be the man they cry Fit for treason and for crime Who would shirts and neckwear buy For himself at such a time So my needs for stay While I wait for Christmas day Copyright 1936 Edgar A. A Guest |