O harkit, O harkit to Jimmie’s Food Market,
At Cherry and Ellum Streets,
For he has all manner ยท
Of things from the canner,
And Oooo what a line of meats!
And if my points weren’t gone, about,
I’d throw all this up and dash right out.
You can always park it at Jimmie’s Market,
If you’ve tires on your Chevvy, I mean;
It isn’t far,
If you’ve a car,
And a tankful of gasoline.
Yes, you can park at James’s Market,
But you gotta drive before you park it.
There’s yum and there’s more yum at Jim’s Food Emporium–
We’ll walk it, that’s what we’ll do!
But then I find
What’s slipped my mind–
That shoes’re rationed, too.
We’d walk in spite of gasoline,
If it weren’t for coupon seventeen.
It’s “Yessir”, and “No-sirree” at Jimmie-lad’s Grocery–
(The courtesy-center is it)
But I can’t, doggonitt,
Endure long uponitt,
When FOOD is so dash’d hard to git.
Politeness I could do with a little lessable
When groceries are so utterly inaccessible.
But it’s harkit, O harkit, lookout, Jimmie’s Market–
Here’re coupons that we’d overlooked;
And our neighbor’s amassed
Gas to get there at last,
Though a whole lot of trouble it tooked.
……………..
Please, Jimmie, repeat it, I can’t believe you said it–
You won’t sell me even a n onion on credit?”
It’s a wee bit ironic, or actually funny
After all we’ve been through, you can hold out FOR MONEY!
by Ray Romine Sunday, May 2, 1943
