There's a shop upon the avenue where old men clerk. (@3Eighteen dollars, dollars... Dollars, dollars, dollars@1...) They make gold slippers, mostly openwork. (@3Dollars, dollars, dollars... Dollars, sales and dollars@1...) My lady is wedding and her own papa Must buy her footwear till he's an in-law. She must have her slippers, so he cannot shirk. @3Dollars, dollars, dollars, Dollars!@1 There's a mansion by the river where bridge players meet. (@3Chatter, chatter, chatter... Chatter, no trump, chatter@1...) They saw flesh stockings on my lady's feet. (@3Chatter, two clubs, chatter... Chatter, whose deal? chatter@1...) "She wears her stockings so very sheer, She might as well have none on, my dear, These young people nowadays -- they can't be beat!" @3Chatter, what's trumps? chatter... Chatter@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON THE WANDERER: PROLOGUE. PART 2 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON FOG, THE MAGICIAN by MELVILLE CANE GOD'S RESERVES by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. A CHRISTMAS HYMN (NEW STYLE: 1875), SELECTION by ALFRED DOMETT |