Mrs Brown, you're quite wide of the mark I'm giving your prescription of hickory bark. For a medicine better served for me Would be whiskey or good cider B, The bark is good for something infernal But the whiskey is good for taking internal If plenty of that was poured in my gizzard I could give you a regular poetry blizzard Something not but downs on the bills, Something much better then,.. Ebergs hills I would give so much so much of this poetry stuff You would soon be crying enough enough There would be poetry at noon and poetry at night Poetry at the left hand poetry at the right Poetry sweet and poetry sowr Poetry to lend & poetry to keep You could wade in poetry five feet deep Of course that would all be very well But I would be on the direct road to I cannot think of any word to rhyme here so I will stop.
N.B.
Green green I think you said But it's Brown Brown Brown instead I think yours is an absent mind Or else your a trifle color blind Now for color blindness and such ills There is nothing as good as Eberg hills You said they're not green but pinkey red They would be good for your eyes and head If they should not prove a speedy cure Something else we'll try so to be sure Fire town’s temper and is only a farce For the temperance men of fire town are very scarce If eider B. was plenty and also good old rye There’s now & then a woman would take on the sly As regards the place you shell with letters big + plain I wish you could shell it once again For I have tried to spell it day & night And never yet could spell it right You say the place is a private one for man But woman are there! Keep them out if you can For there they have a parlor with lots of things of it When they can sit and gossip to their full limit No matter if the paper is good or bad If it is plainly written down Whether it's on a five cent pad or some paper Brown
Norris Bacon Simsbury, Jan 27th 1904
I'm writing with left hand instead of right I guess you’ll would beat me out of sight Ever since the world began A woman could always beat a man A man and wife be they old or young The wife would beat him with her tongue Yours truly, Norris Bacon
Dec 8th 1903
Emma here is some new verses
The maid whose manners are retired, Who patient waits to be admired, Though overlooked perhaps a while Her modest worth, her modest smile Oh! She will find soon or late A noble, fond, and faithful mate.
Tis past and we no more Many meet for years. Perhaps forever, But memories record sad and sweet Shall lose its influence never
I will write some of the verses in my album,
When far away And friends are few Remember me please Laura do.
Give to friendship Friendship dire Remember me and I will you.
Emma Rice is your name Collinsville is your station, Happy will Mr. Moore be When he makes the alteration.
Emma is pretty Emma is fair Emma and Thomas Will make a fine pair.
I think I have written foolishness enough but nothing else. Write soon and tell me all the news. I have had ever so many May Flowers.
If you make Brown poetic bread And shorten it with Bacon It will be heavy as lead Unless I am much mistaken I could not eat the stuff That is out of the question It would be so tarnal tough It would give me indigestion When you can make it light & good You of course will have to try it Then I'll be in the mood To make it my steady diet
PS Use lots of green wood Pray don't use any dry For if you should It will rise you sky high