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...RECESSIONAL by RUDYARD KIPLING THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE FROGS: HYMN OF THE INITIATES by ARISTOPHANES MOUNT AGASSIZ by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE GEOGRAPHER'S GLORY; OR, THE GLOBE IN 1730 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO AUTUMN, NEAR HER DEPARTURE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |