BABY, I know you think that I Am just a fish—a mackerel or trout, Or a plain sucker, to be hooked and gaffed By any wise guy, or a common tout— Maybe I am—but when it comes to love, I am a whizbang and a turtle-dove! Baby, I know I've made some foolish bets, But those were made when I had just seen you, And I was @3dazed@1 and @3dizzy@1—didn't know Whether the jocks wore purple or light blue! Believe me, Babe, this mark, this easy sinner, When he saw you, knew he had picked a winner! I know you think the horse game is the bunk, But listen: What is life, except a race, Where fastest favorites put on their stuff, To settle just this—win, and show, and place? I tell you, Babe, stand for the wedding banns, I'll make the rest look just like also-rans! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 56. AL-WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD DIDO TO AENEAS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY A PASTORAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN OCTOBER XXIX, 1795 (KEATS' BIRTHDAY) by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |