When I read it I imagined a Monty Python skit, but you can't really make this stuff up.
It's pretty much self-explanatory. Just a slice of country life.
|Ajax by John Steuart Curry, 1937 at Smithsonian American Art Museum|
To the Superintendent, Atlantic City Railroad, Sept. 1896
On the 15th yore trane that was going to Atlanta ran over mi bull at 30 mile post.
He was in my Pastur
You orter see him
Yore ruddy trane took a peece of hyde outer his belly between his nable and his poker at least fute square and took his bag most off and he lost is seeds. I don’t believe hi is going to be any more use as a bull.
I wish you would tell the President he is ded, for he is as good as ded ever since he was hit by yore trane.
P.S.—Be sure and report him as ded as he has nothing left but his poker. He was a red bull but he stand around in these days looking dam blue.