And Adam will be such a duffer
(Dear fellow, I mean), he'll contrive,
Till you make him, to not make him suffer,
The happiest mortal alive.
Oh, it makes me too ill to continue,
Imagining how it will be
When some dapper youth comes to win you
And smiles condescension on me!
I shall loathe his immaculate breeding,
And advise you in time to refuse.
To think he will share in your reading,
And even unbutton your shoes!
And yet when for that precious laddie
Your hair is all crinkled and curled,
I guess you'll be just like your daddy,
The dearest old soul in the world!
CONCERNING KAVIN.
When Kavin comes back from the barber,
Although he no longer is young,
One cheek is as soft as his heart,
And the other as smooth as his tongue.
KAVIN AGAIN.
It is not anything he says,
It's just his presence and his smile,
The blarney of his silences
That cocker and beguile.
ACROSS THE TABLE. To A. L. L.
Here's to you, Arthur! You and I
Have seen a lot of stormy weather,
Since first we clinked cups on the sly
At school together.
The winds of fate have had their will
And blown our crafts so far apart
We hardly knew if either still
Were on the chart.
But now I know the love of man
Is more than time or space or fate,
And laugh to scorn the powers that ban,
With you for mate.
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