WHEN girls are only babies, Their mammas quite insist That they by us -- Against our wills -- Be kissed -- kissed -- kissed. But when those girls Are sweet eighteen, Their mammas say we sha'n't, And though we'd like to kiss them, We can't -- can't -- can't. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL WHEN I'M KILLED by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS by WALT WHITMAN CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER THE LAST RAFT by JOSEPH V. ADAMS POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. |