I might have married one of them, but Grace Used too much powder; Mildred hated hikes, And Ruth "just loved" them. Little Genevieve Thot I had no religion; strange, for Clare Was sure I had too much. The glorious Clem Made fun of birthday cakes and Christmas trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE |