WHEN Gladys plays in gladsome glee, All men and gods might wish to see. With flushing cheek and flashing eye She strokes the ball or lobs it high, With cuts of great variety. The ball hides in some blooming tree, And sorely tries poor patient me; But I swear not, oh, no! not I, When Gladys plays. When whist with all propriety, As Foster, Hoyle, or Pole decree, We play together, although my Good ace she trumps, I merely sigh And grant the points to the enemy, When Gladys plays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS EMPORIUM VERSUS NEW YORK, 1854 by JACOB BIGELOW THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 4. INTRODUCTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TROILUS AND CRESSIDA [CRISEYDE]: BOOK 3 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER DOMESTIC PEACE; SONG, FR. THE FALL OF ROBESPIERRE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |