I knew a young man so conceited
That a glance at his face made you heated.
One night, playing whist,
He was slapped on the wrist,
Because some one said that he cheated.

(C) Edwin C. Ranck
03/11/2020


Best Poems of Edwin C. Ranck

• To A Child At Christmas Time
• Transcendentalism
• Sprig Has Cub
• Lent
• At The Telephone
• My Life And Death
• The Medicine Man
• To Gelett Burgess
• A New Version
• If I Were City Editor
• A Hardship
• Vitascope Pictures
• The Processional
• The Alarm Clock
• The Lobster
• If I Could Fly
• The Doodle Bug
• Take Up The Household Burden