THE CHAMPION

BY CHARLES EGBERT CRADDOCK

(I took my information from this book)

 

Devil looking

out the window,

traffic in the streets,

unchecked.

 

Cable-cars whizzed past,

Clanging clamor

 

Great rumbling vans,

laden with freight.

Carriages rolling noiselessly,

rubber-tired wheels.

 

Sidewalks crowded pedestrians,

 men and boys,

ladies, children

boldly came and went.

 

Over neighboring crossing,

 could plainly see,

the devil's head

poking out a high window.

 

Shrill tones,

devil's voice,

Discoursed to his friend within.