Peking and Heide, pekinese, Came romping wild and free, With kisses moist and plentiful They wished to give to me. Their little tongues like telescopes I both could feel and see, Until they left me with a rush To go to Betty Lee. It must have been her loveliness, Or something that she ate Still clinging to her pretty cheek, Or lips so roseate. Be that, however, as it may, All stains were washed away, And what the flavors were they found Those two will never say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DONNE'S POETRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SAD SONG, FR. THE CAPTAIN by JOHN FLETCHER WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN ASCENSION (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE SUMMONS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET LOST THREADS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |