Goodmorning

Instead of returning my goodmorning smile, he says, ‘What happened to YOU this morning? Hurry up and get your hat off, we have work to do.’

The other morning / I was lying next to a lady / we said our goodmornings / then our goodbye’s.^([sic])

It was nearly two in the morning when Hally and her family finally said their goodnights, or goodmornings as dad merrily put it and made their way home.

And Mr. Van Dorn, not oblivious to the impression he was making, smiled and bowed and bowed and smiled, and hellowed Dick, and howareyoued Hiram, and goodmorninged John, down the street, into his office.

It was hard farming country we lived. / The land stood ready to give up. / The few farmers it had didn’t cotton to strangers, / And Broadway was a strange man among us – / Strange in the way he Goodmorninged / Or shopped in the village at store open, / And then back home by some dirt road.

Since earliest boyhood I have ever loved the truth, so I shall not pretend that I passed an untroubled, dreamless night. […] I was therefore in no sort of shape to answer cheerily to Jock’s goodmorninging, especially since the grey light of dawn told me that the time could be no later than 10 a.m., quite half an hour before it is possible for right-thinking men to drift to the surface.