Now Marjory is seven years, And I am nine and more. We went a-strolling after cream Into a Flatbush store. The handsome clerk said "Ladies, yes, I'll serve you with a rush." He looked so very scrumptious that We both began to blush. He smiled at us, we smiled at him. And then we went away: We were so captivated, yes, That we forgot to pay. Of course we could have sauntered back, And settled, don't you see, But oh, we could not stain romance With monetary fee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 16 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 21 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH ERE THE GOLDEN BOWL IS BROKEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH LULLABY by FRED EMERSON BROOKS GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 5. LIKE PAESTUM'S TEMPLE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |