If I Were City Editor

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Title:     If I Were City Editor
Author: Edwin C. Ranck [More Titles by Ranck]

(After Ben King, Dedicated to E. Jesse Conway.)

If I were City Editor
And you should come to my cold desk and choke,
And say, "Old man I'm actually dead broke."
I say, if I were City Editor,
And you should come in deepest grief and woe
And say, "Oh Lordy let me have the dough,"
I might arise with slow and solemn wink
And lecture you upon the curse of drink.

If I were City Editor
And you should come to my hotel and reel,
Clasping my beer to quench the thirst you feel,
I say if I were City Editor
And you should come in trembling and in fear
And even hint about licking up that beer,
I'd hit you just one swat, and then,
I guess I'd have to order one more bier.

[The end]
Edwin C. Ranck's poem: If I Were City Editor

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