Classic Poem

Said Abelard to Heloise:
" Your tresses blowing in the breeze
Enchant my soul; your cheek allures;
I never knew such lips as yours. "

Said Heloise to Abelard:
" I know that it is cruel, hard,
To make you fold your yearning arms
And think of things besides my charms. "

Said Abelard to Heloise:
" Pray let's discuss the Portuguese;
Their status in the League of Nations.
Come, slip me seven osculations. "

" The Fourteen Points, " said Heloise,
" Are pure Woodrovian fallacies. "
Said Abelard: " Ten times fourteen
The points you have, O beaucoup queen! "

" Lay off, " said Heloise, " all that stuff.
I've heard the same old thing enough. "
" But, " answered Abelard, " your lips
Put all my thoughts into eclipse. "

" O Abelard, " said Heloise,
" Don't take so many liberties. "
" O Heloise, " said Abelard,
" I do it but to show regard. "

And Heloise told her chum that night
That Abelard was Awful Bright;
And — thus is drawn the cosmic plan —
She loved an Intellectual Man.