A Competitor

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A Competitor

Mrs. Frona Eunice Wait,

My legs are not so very straight;

My spine, I’m sorry to observe,

Maintains a most rebellious curve;

My neck is skinny, and my bust

Would justify a husband’s trust.

But papa thinks his Mary Ann

Is built upon a gorgeous plan.

Mrs. Frona Eunice Wait,

I take the liberty to state

That Venuses would go on strike

If ordered to be all alike;

For some are made for this, and some

For that⁠—you take ’em as they come.

But papa says: “My Mary Ann

Knocks out the whole damn caravan!”

Mrs. Frona Eunice Wait,

They think in Greaserville I’m great⁠—

They say in Greaserville: “You bet

She’ll make them hens get up and get!

She’s just a bird!” So when I clout

Myself in cheese-cloth you look out!

For papa says: “My Mary Ann

Has win whenever she has ran.”

Mrs. Frona Eunice Wait,

I’m giving you the business straight:

Make any standards that you please

Beneath my cloth I’m just the cheese.

I care not what the artists say⁠—

I’m in it and I’m in to stay.

For papa says: “If Mary Ann

Will advertise she’ll get a man.”

Mrs. Frona Eunice Wait,

Head Venus-herder of the State,

Round up your girls. But Frona, dear

I think it very, very queer

That you yourself do not compete.

Are you too plump or too petite?

My papa says: “Why, Mary Ann,

She’s from Beërsheba to Dan!”