T. 99 would gladly hear
From one whose years are few,
A maid whose doctrines are severe,
Of Presbyterian blue,
Also — with view to the above -
Her photo he would see,
And trusts that she may live and love
His Protestant to be!
But ere the sacred rites are done
( And by no Priest of Rome )
He'd ask, if she a Remington
Type-writer works — at home?
If she have no objections to
This task, and if her hair -
In keeping with her eyes of blue -
Be delicately fair,
Ah, THEN, let her a photo send
Of all her charms divine,
To him who rests her faithful friend,
Her own T. 99.