SHE sports a witching gown, With a ruffle up and down On the skirt; She is gentle, she is shy, But there's mischief in her eye, -- She's a flirt! She displays a tiny glove, And a dainty little love Of a shoe; And she wears her hat a-tilt Over bangs that never wilt In the dew. 'T is rumored chocolate creams Are the fabrics of her dreams -- But enough! I know beyond a doubt That she carries them about In her muff. With her dimples and her curls She exasperates the girls Past belief: They hint that she's a cat, And delightful things like that, In their grief. It is shocking, I declare! But what does Dollie care When the beaux Come flocking to her feet Like the bees around a sweet Little rose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS ECLOGUE: THE TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES |