WILL you read my little pome, O you girls returnéd home From a summertime of sport At the Jolliest Resort, From a Heated Term of joys Far from urban dust and noise? You I speak to in this rhyme, You have had a Glorious Time Swimming, golfing, bridging, dancing, Riding, tennising, romancing, On the springboard, on the raft— You've been often photographed. At the place you have forsaken, You have had some pictures taken, Pictures taken of you dancing, Riding, tennising, romancing, Swimming, golfing, and reclining; Snacking, luncheoning, and dining. Cometh now my brief advice; Ladies, be ye ne'er so nice, Be ye ne'er so fascinating, Luring, drawing, captivating, If with interest you'd imbue us, Do not show those pictures to us! Snapshots of the links and lawn Cause in many of us a yawn; (As for me myself, why, I'm Glad to see 'em any time) But—I give it to you square— Lots of people do not care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BALCONY by PAUL VERLAINE TO MY MYRTLE [MIRTLE] by WILLIAM BLAKE ON THE ROAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CONTRETEMPS by THOMAS HARDY MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN SCORN NOT THE LEAST by ROBERT SOUTHWELL |