I never cared the least for Lou, Of course; and yet I listened to Her girlish chatter With pleasure that suggested quite A charming quest for one who might Take up the matter. I will admit I saw the child And kissed her hand—whereat she smiled— Well, almost daily; But Lou was passing sweet and young, And then, you know, she laughed and sung, Ah me! so gayly! I kissed her hand, and more, perhaps; But just to pique the younger chaps Who were so plenty. Well—I am one-and-forty now, While Lou—dear me, I must allow She 's won, and twenty! That gawky son of Banker Rich Has gained the dimpled prize for which The town was sighing. And I—I have the cards she sent. A woman's modes of punishment Are very trying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |