FAIR Gertrude lives at Farmington, Perhaps you've seen her there; Her eyes delight in laughing light, Let gods describe her hair; Her figure -- well, grave Juno ne'er Had half the supple grace Of Gertrude fair of Farmington -- Perhaps you know that place? Beneath her lips there gleam two rows Of greed-inspiring pearls; Such rows of teeth the gods bequeath To but their choicest girls. For other things at Farmington I do not care a rap, Although it is a lovely place -- I've seen it (on the map). I would the gods had given me Some mild poetic skill; In Gertrude's praise I'd sing for days, And volumes I could fill. Perhaps you think I love this maid -- In sooth perhaps I do; Well, if I did, I'd tell her -- But, by Jove, I'd not tell @3you@1. |