Classic Poem

A lady sent me Macaroons
Would I could send a song as sweet
For this, the best of earthly boons,
But as I turn my rhyming runes,
I find the rhymes to Macaroons
Are neither numerous nor neat.

Though I went wandering in balloons
Like Empire-builders from the East
Who paint the map and pinch the spoons
From Cairo to the Cameroons,
In my life-search for Macaroons
It would not help me in the least.

Where on South Seas the warm wind swoons
New Novels tell us all they do—
Their dwellings are by blue lagoons,
Their morals are like blue baboons,
Nor once or twice in bluer moons,
They paint their simple village blue.