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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ben Unger’s wife was dark and small,<br>With little, round, black eyes;<br>Ben Unger started at her call,<br>For Ben had been made wise.<br>No dirge could crush his spirit but<br>The one by Annie sung;<br>No whip-lash ever made could cut<br>Like Annie Unger’s tongue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But Annie had a round, red cheek,<br>A figure like a plum,<br>And Henderson from up the creek<br>In courtship sly would come.<br>Then Annie voiced no angry call,<br>Here dirge remained unsung,<br>And very gentle was the fall<br>Of Annie Unger’s tongue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ned Holman went to Ben upon<br>The hill in Colter’s hay.<br>He said: “your wife with Henderson<br>Ran off at ten to-day!”<br>Ben stood stock still. “All right!” said he;<br>Then with a little laugh:<br>“That makes us quits at last. ‘Twas me<br>That stole his brindle calf!”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a></strong></div>