A Wet Night In Brooklyn
A Joizey Tale by Brooklyn Bridgette Conlon
'Twas a wet night in Brooklyn,
An' in da Lodgin' House,
On'y one newsie was stirrin'
As quiet as a mouse.
Her cap was hung
On da bunk post wit' caeh
And her thoughts were on a newsie
That was no longuh theah.
Dis newsie'd been her friend
Since da day she arrived,
But recently of his company
She'd been deprived.
Foah dis foahmuh newsboy,
One Straps by name,
Had gone on to bettuh things
Den sellin' papes in da rain.
He found he was good at telling da facts
Of things happenin' theah and heah,
And so instead of sellin' papes,
He wrote 'em better than his peahs.
So if ya heah tell of a man called Patrick Keeves,
A friend of Joizey's and a newsie of old,
Writin' foah da New Yoahk Sun in Denton's old job,
He's da one about who ya been told.
She sat on dah winduh-sill, her chin in her hands,
Wishin' dat Straps was around to talk,
But he was far away in Chicago, out of her reach,
So she decided to go for a walk.
Wid a cap on her head and a coat on her back,
She roamed Brooklyn for a while,
Thinking that she'd made a mistake
By not explaining her actions or smiles.
You see, Joizey'd been in love wid Straps,
From da moment 'e helped her out,
But she di'n't tell when he was wid her,
So him she found herself widdout.
So! Please R & R! Shout-outs ta Hiccups, Sparks, Waffles, Muse, Hart, and all my uddah newsies! (Especially Sparks cuz her many fics have inspired me to write some when I need to. ^^)