Maid, with your cheeks and chin Deeply magenta; Lips like the peppers in Well-dressed Polenta; Nose, white as any clown Seen in the circus; Smudged lashes fringing down O'er your eyes' turkis; Skirts nearly to your knee, Sleeves to your shoulder; Modes bold as bold can be, Or a bit bolder; Maid, from your shoe-heels, built Slender and spool-like, Up to your hat, a-tilt, Perfectly fool-like, Frankly I will admit I think you're pretty; With me you've made a hit -- I've made a ditty. Only, sweet maid, this stray Query I fling you: @3What@1 would O. Seaman say, Had @3he@1 to sing you? |