My Lady wears a big bouquet She calls a bonnet, And, oh! you ought to see the way She dotes upon it. She fluffs it out with gauze cerise And pats each puff and dainty crease Until I fear she 'll never cease Her unctuous toying. But if I venture to complain She does the whole thing once again, And pouts, and murmurs with disdain: "You 're so annoying!" My Lady's milliner is high In price and standing, And scorns my protests when I try, In tones commanding, To make her cut her bill in two; She laughs and answers: "Après vous! Monsieur! she vears zose charms for you— Monsieur's so tasteful!" "Vain man!" think I, but pay the bill And let My Lady have her will, Content to hold my tongue until— She grows more wasteful. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |