The Riddle Song/--Amor es Azul (Love is Blue)
I gave my love a cherry that has no stone, --A flower given to brighten a day, I gave my love a chicken that has no bone, --An egg to take all hunger away, I gave my love a story that has no end, --A love the color of deep night-sky blue, I gave my love a baby with no cryin'. --A beginning, a gift, a riddle, too.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone? --Flowers wilt and die away, How can there be a chicken that has no bone? --Eggs don't last a body all day. How can there be a story that has no end? --Night-skies fade to bring mornings anew, How can there be a baby with no cryin'? --A middle, a pitfall, a loss of what's true.
A cherry when it's bloomin', it has no stone, --A flower is sweet, but can't compare A chicken when it's pippin', it has no bone, --To a shared stroll in night's cool air, The story that I love you, it has no end, --My hand in yours is all I see A baby when it's sleepin', there's no cryin'. --No end, only us, just you and me.
Note to da wise: Newsies and awl it's related concepts belong to history and Disney. Not me. Joizey (New Jersey) is da on'y character dat I created.
Riddle
By Brooklyn Bridge
~*~Prologue~*~
It had been a very long day. A lousy headline combined with a light drizzle had almost all the newsies in a bit of a bad mood, and Jersey was no exception. With her pockets considerably lighter than she'd hoped, she headed towards Tibby's, hoping to find some of her friends and a bite to eat. It appeared that she was in luck.
"Hey, Pyro, how's it goin'?"
The other newsgirl looked around to find out who was calling her name. "Hi Jersey."
Jersey flicked a damp lock of hair out of her eyes and put her hat back on. "I was jus' headin' ta Tibby's fuh a late suppah. Ya wanna come?"
Pyro grinned wearily. The rain and slim selling had worn her down, too. "Sure." The two girls headed towards the popular Newsies hangout, conversing quietly between them.
"At least I was sellin' wid Spots yestahday. I gots extra money. Ya know, he's been hangin' around Manhattan a lot more lately. Whaddya s'pose is up widdat?" Jersey made a face.
Pyro shrugged. "Maybe he's got a girlfriend."
Jersey's short laugh resembled a bark. "I tink I'd know if Conlon had a goil. I'm one uh his best friends."
Pyro shrugged again. "Guys don't always tell their friends everything." The girls' conversation ceased as they entered Tibby's.
"Heya, boys! Looks like I'se hungrier den you tuhday." Jersey grinned broadly.
"Ya'd hafta be pretty hungry ta be hungrier den me, Joizey." Race did his best to look starved and pathetic, but he only proceeded to crack up everyone at his table.
"Race had a bad day at da tracks. Looks like dey didn't tell da hoase about his hot tip again." Mush snickered. "Mebbe if 'e actually sold moah papes, den he'd at least break even." Blink and Skittery laughed along with the rest as Race clutched his heart.
"I'se hoit! I'se devastated! I'se." The rest of his dramatic swooning was promptly cut off by Jersey stuffing his sandwich in his mouth. "Mmph."
"Dat's bettah, Race. Naow, what's I gonna eat? Hm.Hey Pyro, whatcha getting'?" Jersey glanced at her friend.
Pyro pursed her lips. "I think I'm gonna get a sandwich. A really really big sandwich."
Jersey rubbed her belly. "Dat sounds good.aoh, wait, I knows what I wants. I'se gonna get a hotdog wid lotsa relish 'n ketchup. Mm-mm, yeah, dat's it."
Pyro smiled. "Oh, that sounds great. I think I'll get the same thing." Pyro sipped at her cola. "I'm so hungry," she said, after the food came, and she took a big bite out of her hotdog.
A thought occurred to Jersey. Unfortunately, her mouth was full, so what she said sounded like, "Shay, youf gottafeetart?" She swallowed. "Say, you gots a sweetheart?"
The other girl looked at her. "Me? No."
Jersey frowned. "Aw, how come?"
"I don't know. I guess the whole problem is that when I flirt, I make fun of the person I'm trying to flirt with." She shrugged yet again.
"Bummah."
"Yeah, but I can live with it."
Jersey glanced at the aforementioned boy's table. "What about Race or Blink? Dey could handle bein' made fun of."
Pyro laughed. "Well, yeah, but they know me too well and they'd be able to tell if I was flirting."
"True." Jersey gulped her milk. "Life is like dat sometimes. I'm friend with most of dese guys, and a few from Brooklyn.I used ta not get along wid Cowboy, but he's a good guy. And dat Davey-guy.I kinda likes him. He's real.level-headed, ya know?" She chomped the last bite of her hotdog.
Pyro looked at Jersey sideways. "Maybe I could set you up with him sometime."
"Dat might be fun sometime. Doh I might scare 'im off.he seems kinda shy."
She turned to look at Jersey. "Just let me do the talking."
The "tough" newsgirl giggled. "Dat's pro'lly a good idea. Aoh, an ain't dat kid bruddah of his adorabull?"
"Yes, Les is a cutie." Pyro noticed the attempt to change the subject.
"I wish I had a cute kid bruddah like him. It'd be fun ta have someone ta look out foah."
Pyro wiped her mouth with her napkin. "Yeah, it would." Both girls paid for their food.
"Ah, Tibby's.mealfare for everywhere. So whatcha wanna do now?"
"I don't care. Wanna go find Davey?" She smiled.
Jersey.blushed?!. "Ah, maybe.some uddah time, okay? I'se kinda tiahd, and I ain't lookin' my best." She choked. "I did NOT just say dat, did I?" She blushed even deeper.
"Suit yourself. We can talk to him tomorrow then." Pyro grinned to herself. I can see where this could get very fun, very fast.:
Jersey made some non-committal, vague reply, and the two girls left for the lodging house. After the meal, Jersey felt the weariness in her whole body, and all she wanted to do was lie down. After the girls entered the "lobby", Pyro went to talk to some of the other girls, and Jersey headed towards the bathroom to wash up before she dropped dead asleep. I'se sure glad Davey ain't in the Lodgin' House. Her last thought before she actually went to sleep was, Dat would make tings much moah complicated.
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I gave my love a cherry that has no stone, --A flower given to brighten a day, I gave my love a chicken that has no bone, --An egg to take all hunger away, I gave my love a story that has no end, --A love the color of deep night-sky blue, I gave my love a baby with no cryin'. --A beginning, a gift, a riddle, too.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone? --Flowers wilt and die away, How can there be a chicken that has no bone? --Eggs don't last a body all day. How can there be a story that has no end? --Night-skies fade to bring mornings anew, How can there be a baby with no cryin'? --A middle, a pitfall, a loss of what's true.
A cherry when it's bloomin', it has no stone, --A flower is sweet, but can't compare A chicken when it's pippin', it has no bone, --To a shared stroll in night's cool air, The story that I love you, it has no end, --My hand in yours is all I see A baby when it's sleepin', there's no cryin'. --No end, only us, just you and me.
Note to da wise: Newsies and awl it's related concepts belong to history and Disney. Not me. Joizey (New Jersey) is da on'y character dat I created.
Riddle
By Brooklyn Bridge
~*~Prologue~*~
It had been a very long day. A lousy headline combined with a light drizzle had almost all the newsies in a bit of a bad mood, and Jersey was no exception. With her pockets considerably lighter than she'd hoped, she headed towards Tibby's, hoping to find some of her friends and a bite to eat. It appeared that she was in luck.
"Hey, Pyro, how's it goin'?"
The other newsgirl looked around to find out who was calling her name. "Hi Jersey."
Jersey flicked a damp lock of hair out of her eyes and put her hat back on. "I was jus' headin' ta Tibby's fuh a late suppah. Ya wanna come?"
Pyro grinned wearily. The rain and slim selling had worn her down, too. "Sure." The two girls headed towards the popular Newsies hangout, conversing quietly between them.
"At least I was sellin' wid Spots yestahday. I gots extra money. Ya know, he's been hangin' around Manhattan a lot more lately. Whaddya s'pose is up widdat?" Jersey made a face.
Pyro shrugged. "Maybe he's got a girlfriend."
Jersey's short laugh resembled a bark. "I tink I'd know if Conlon had a goil. I'm one uh his best friends."
Pyro shrugged again. "Guys don't always tell their friends everything." The girls' conversation ceased as they entered Tibby's.
"Heya, boys! Looks like I'se hungrier den you tuhday." Jersey grinned broadly.
"Ya'd hafta be pretty hungry ta be hungrier den me, Joizey." Race did his best to look starved and pathetic, but he only proceeded to crack up everyone at his table.
"Race had a bad day at da tracks. Looks like dey didn't tell da hoase about his hot tip again." Mush snickered. "Mebbe if 'e actually sold moah papes, den he'd at least break even." Blink and Skittery laughed along with the rest as Race clutched his heart.
"I'se hoit! I'se devastated! I'se." The rest of his dramatic swooning was promptly cut off by Jersey stuffing his sandwich in his mouth. "Mmph."
"Dat's bettah, Race. Naow, what's I gonna eat? Hm.Hey Pyro, whatcha getting'?" Jersey glanced at her friend.
Pyro pursed her lips. "I think I'm gonna get a sandwich. A really really big sandwich."
Jersey rubbed her belly. "Dat sounds good.aoh, wait, I knows what I wants. I'se gonna get a hotdog wid lotsa relish 'n ketchup. Mm-mm, yeah, dat's it."
Pyro smiled. "Oh, that sounds great. I think I'll get the same thing." Pyro sipped at her cola. "I'm so hungry," she said, after the food came, and she took a big bite out of her hotdog.
A thought occurred to Jersey. Unfortunately, her mouth was full, so what she said sounded like, "Shay, youf gottafeetart?" She swallowed. "Say, you gots a sweetheart?"
The other girl looked at her. "Me? No."
Jersey frowned. "Aw, how come?"
"I don't know. I guess the whole problem is that when I flirt, I make fun of the person I'm trying to flirt with." She shrugged yet again.
"Bummah."
"Yeah, but I can live with it."
Jersey glanced at the aforementioned boy's table. "What about Race or Blink? Dey could handle bein' made fun of."
Pyro laughed. "Well, yeah, but they know me too well and they'd be able to tell if I was flirting."
"True." Jersey gulped her milk. "Life is like dat sometimes. I'm friend with most of dese guys, and a few from Brooklyn.I used ta not get along wid Cowboy, but he's a good guy. And dat Davey-guy.I kinda likes him. He's real.level-headed, ya know?" She chomped the last bite of her hotdog.
Pyro looked at Jersey sideways. "Maybe I could set you up with him sometime."
"Dat might be fun sometime. Doh I might scare 'im off.he seems kinda shy."
She turned to look at Jersey. "Just let me do the talking."
The "tough" newsgirl giggled. "Dat's pro'lly a good idea. Aoh, an ain't dat kid bruddah of his adorabull?"
"Yes, Les is a cutie." Pyro noticed the attempt to change the subject.
"I wish I had a cute kid bruddah like him. It'd be fun ta have someone ta look out foah."
Pyro wiped her mouth with her napkin. "Yeah, it would." Both girls paid for their food.
"Ah, Tibby's.mealfare for everywhere. So whatcha wanna do now?"
"I don't care. Wanna go find Davey?" She smiled.
Jersey.blushed?!. "Ah, maybe.some uddah time, okay? I'se kinda tiahd, and I ain't lookin' my best." She choked. "I did NOT just say dat, did I?" She blushed even deeper.
"Suit yourself. We can talk to him tomorrow then." Pyro grinned to herself. I can see where this could get very fun, very fast.:
Jersey made some non-committal, vague reply, and the two girls left for the lodging house. After the meal, Jersey felt the weariness in her whole body, and all she wanted to do was lie down. After the girls entered the "lobby", Pyro went to talk to some of the other girls, and Jersey headed towards the bathroom to wash up before she dropped dead asleep. I'se sure glad Davey ain't in the Lodgin' House. Her last thought before she actually went to sleep was, Dat would make tings much moah complicated.
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