Toleration

Is it too much to ask that I should be
Allowed to prove
God's gift of infinite variety
In human love?

I do not seek that all should understand,
Much less forgive;
But surely heed man's commonsense command
" Live and let love,"

And, if the Greatest Lover's word divine
Further can move, —
(Who had Himself all natures, even mine,)
Love — and let love.

Serve Her Right

Gertie Green made eyes at me.
Mother ought to slap her!
But I took her out to tea
Just to see if I could be
Happy with a flapper.

But the base philanderer
Ogled with another;
So, of course to despite her,
I decided to transfer
Affections to her brother;

And I did! . . .
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