The Mouff Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

I strolled into a bar room just the other nite
no one inside was singing things were quite all rite

I spoke up to the barkeep

Yes, sir it is me- the one you've heard too much about and u dread to see

Now bring me your finest whiskey- your Corazon queen bee- your choicest cut of T-bone stake

And I'll take it all for free

He just stood there grinning and spoke rite back at me-

We don't give away nothing -no bub- not around here for free
He mocked and ridiculed-then he scoffed at me-and smiled as if he knew
Then he said-we'll serve many like u before the nite is through

That's when I hit him hit him with a doble load

I whine my maudlin whine and cry my mawkish cry makes u so very sad it makes u want to die

I whine my maudlin whine and cry my mawkish cry-it makes u so very sad it makes u want to die

Want to die-want to die-want to die

He reeled behind that big wet bar and I heard bar glasses shatter he struggled to regain his feet with a kick-kick-kick and a clatter

I hit him with another blast, and he went down to his knees- I saw the terror in his eyes as he begged hey mister, please

I hit him with another blast as he crawled along the floor and got him once again before he made the door

I whine my maudlin whine and cry my mawkish cry-it makes u so very sad it makes u want to die

I whine my maudlin whine and cry my mawkish cry-it makes u so very sad it makes u want to die...

Want to die-want to die-want to die

As he was slowly dying on that stoop outside the door he begged and pleaded for mercy - mister please don't do it anymore

I said to him: my fine sir u have had your chance but u surely passed it up-now it is time for u to drink from the bitter cup

His distant eyes they flickered, and he saw the end of the line as I moved my face in close to his and squeezed of that one last whine