YOU can sing of the maid Who, in faultless attire, Rides out in her curtained coupe; Her robes are exquisitely fashioned by Worth -- At eve they are decollete; But I, I will sing of a maiden more fair, More innocent, too, I opine; You can choose from society's crust, if you will, But the girl with the jersey is mine. I know her by all that is good, kind and true, This modest young maiden I name; I've walked with her, talked with her, Danced with her, too, And found that my heart was aflame; I've written her letters, and small billet-doux, Revealing my love in each line: You can drink to your slim, satin-bodiced gazelle, But the girl with the jersey is mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN AFTER DAYS; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE THE BIRDS: THE HYMN OF THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES THE ASYLUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |