WELL, I was at the dresser, A-prinking at my hair, When mamma bustled in, and said, "Luvenia, Joe's down-stair." Of course I was all ready, But say girls, don't you know? Just not to seem too anxious, I poked, and came down slow. Well, girls! I felt so funny. When I came to the door; For Joe had on a sober look, I'd never seen before. But soon he was all smiling, And I felt quite at ease; Then girls, he caught and gave my hand, The cutest little squeeze. I sat down on the sofa, And Joe, -- he sat so near; That sober look came back again, And girls! I did feel queer. I said, "You look so sober;" (For girls, that's not his way; ) And then he laughed so odd, and said He'd felt blue, all that day. I said, "What is the matter?" Says he, "My heart aches so!" Well girls! I was so got at that, I only said, "Oh Joe!" He slipped his arms around me, I understood, you see, Now girls, what are you giggling 'bout? You'd kissed him too, like me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 15 by JAMES JOYCE LONELY BURIAL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |