YOU can sing of the maid Who, in faultless attire, Rides out in her curtained coupe; Her robes are exquisitely fashioned by Worth -- At eve they are decollete; But I, I will sing of a maiden more fair, More innocent, too, I opine; You can choose from society's crust, if you will, But the girl with the jersey is mine. I know her by all that is good, kind and true, This modest young maiden I name; I've walked with her, talked with her, Danced with her, too, And found that my heart was aflame; I've written her letters, and small billet-doux, Revealing my love in each line: You can drink to your slim, satin-bodiced gazelle, But the girl with the jersey is mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY OF THEE AND ME by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON WHEN MALINDY SINGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AGAINST INDIFFERENCE by CHARLES WEBBE PRAYER OF THE LOST by ALETHEA TODD ALDERSON IN PRAISE OF OLD AGE by ANAXANDRIDES |