Son(g) of Sam
“The camera and the plate are prepared, the lady must sit for her
daguerrotype,
The bride unrumples her white dress, the minutehand of the
clock moves slowly,
The opium eater reclines with rigid head and just-opened lips,
The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her
tipsy and pimpled neck,
The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and
wink to each other,
(Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you,)”
And anyway,
“Washes and razors for foofoos… for me freckles and a
bristling beard.”
September 1st, 2009 at 9:46 am
I’m just here to say the the foofoo line is one of my favorites ha ha…
September 1st, 2009 at 4:24 pm
Looks like you’re messing up the daguerrotype for your girlfriend here, you rogue.
September 1st, 2009 at 6:47 pm
Why can’t I be the daguerrotype lady?