Slick As Can Be Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

That is he for all to see, be that as it may
back in the day people would say

Guess who I saw at work today..
on my trip to the bay

Slick...(well.. you don't say)

Writing a quite curious and rambling play..
about a family that lives far away

He is acting the same way (well.. you don't say)
maybe it is not an act but only his way

He was always a rather mysterious person
vague, remote, distant, and fey

Him seldom telling the truth about things:
always dour, sullen, sour and gray

Me to listen while he reads his torturous play
is it a wonder that my nerves are to fray

Tis now the sad way for an old slick one...
as he now lives in his luxury, alone by the bay

Well.. you don't say! ! ! .........