Miss Sheryl Linn

Sitting by the window

Listening all day to jazz

Sleep has somewhat haunted her

No appetite she has

She sits mindlessly by the window

Listening all day to jazz.

Poor Miss Sheryl Linn

To herself she suffered.

For the one whom she loved

Not a tender word he muttered.

Couldn't tell her folks, poor miss

To herself she suffered.

Sitting by the window

All lost in her dreams

She heard a voice saying, "Hey!

Will you be this evening at the Deans'?"

All blooms she went at his sight

Then a tear at the windowsill beams

For none but this very man

Was the master of her dreams.

Dreaded she to think

That he cared for her not

For the feelings in her heart

For him she kept a lot

Red went her white cheeks at the

"Does he care for me?", thought.

The evening came,

Miss Sheryl Linn dressed

For the grand ball at Deans'

In the whitest gown

And the silkiest gloves

A gold curl over her bosom leans.

With hazel eyes

In the great hall

She searched for her Ned

But at his sight

Her pearly cheeks

Burned and burned till red!

For she found him flirting

With another maid instead!

Seeing her dreams tumble

For the first time she felt brave

Then approaching her 'not-any-more-beloved'

A tight slap she gave

Then collecting herself together

Words she spoke utter grave.

"I was sailing on the wildest waves

You brought me to the shore,

I loved you with all my heart and soul

But not any more!"

Saying thus she left the hall

Exiting the utter bore.