There's a shop upon the avenue where old men clerk. (@3Eighteen dollars, dollars... Dollars, dollars, dollars@1...) They make gold slippers, mostly openwork. (@3Dollars, dollars, dollars... Dollars, sales and dollars@1...) My lady is wedding and her own papa Must buy her footwear till he's an in-law. She must have her slippers, so he cannot shirk. @3Dollars, dollars, dollars, Dollars!@1 There's a mansion by the river where bridge players meet. (@3Chatter, chatter, chatter... Chatter, no trump, chatter@1...) They saw flesh stockings on my lady's feet. (@3Chatter, two clubs, chatter... Chatter, whose deal? chatter@1...) "She wears her stockings so very sheer, She might as well have none on, my dear, These young people nowadays -- they can't be beat!" @3Chatter, what's trumps? chatter... Chatter@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE: PROEM. TO BROOKLYN BRIDGE by HAROLD HART CRANE EPIGRAM: A BURNT SHIP by JOHN DONNE THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI FIDELIA: 4. THE AUTHOR'S RESOLUTION IN A SONNET by GEORGE WITHER INAUGURATION SONNET: WILLIAM JEWETT TUCKER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A VALEDICTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE HAPPY HOUR by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS |