I've got stays with long pink laces, I've got corsets with whalebone braces. Grandma used to wear such cases -- They can't get 'em on me. Old frumps pull amazing faces, When they see no corset traces. Antique shops are proper places For 'em -- not around me. I'm for light and airy graces. I'm for ease and breathing spaces. No "Old Ironsides" embraces Ever were blamed on me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH-SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE DEATH-BED by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE VAICES THAT BE GONE by WILLIAM BARNES SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 1. NEW YORK AT SUNRISE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |