TO BESSIE
Winnie Rose
(eye-lashes)

I send this gift, not much to lift
When making that great big move,
A wee tiny thing, but sure to bring,
You up to style and in the groove.

Just stick ‘em on, but careful Hon,
Don’t drop them in the stew,
All mixed with spuds, and garlic buds,
Would never, never do.

Wear ‘em to dances, but don’t take chances,
By fluttering them too much,
‘Twould never do, for a gal like you,
To suddenly get ‘in Dutch’.

Love,
Winnie


WINNIE SENT ME---EYELASHES!!!
Bessie Robbins

I opened up the box and I gave a quick peek,
I dropped that box and I let out a shriek.
“Bring the Real-Kill!”  I screamed loud and long,
“Sis made a mistake,---she’s done it all wrong!
She’s sent me her bait instead of a favor--
(Or in retaliation of the apron I gave ‘er.)”

Lewis came a runnin’ and he said, “Aw sh__!
They’re not alive!  Quit havin’ a fit!”
But I’d grabbed the Real-Kill and I’d begun to spray,
I doused ‘em and I stomped ‘em right out the doorway.
Then my fright and my fear turned into jubilation,
Over this glamour gift of such sophistication.

Many thanks,
Bessie