Classic Poem

Pug nose,
Short clothes,
Ankles bare;

Saucy eyes
As e'er were seen,
Monstrous size
Of crinoline.

Bells rung
Late and soon;
Songs sung
Out of tune.

Dust sensations
In the lobby;
Flirtations
With the bobby.

Telling lies —
Thinks it fun;
Laughs or cries —
All's one.

Washing dishes,
Arms all red;
Often wishes
She were wed.

Sunday out,
Meets Pat;
Walks about,
Chit-chat.

Glances sly,
Talks folly;
Winks her eye —
That's Molly.

Goes to bed,
Falls asleep;
Through her head
Visions creep.

Watch her smile
In fancied blisses,
For a while
Now she's missis.

Time to rise,
Heaves a sigh —
From her eyes
Visions fly.

Gets up
Breaks a cup,
Blames the cat.

Half asleep
Though she be,
Heaven keep
My maid for me!

And should she wish
Some worthier poet,
I'll let the bard
Of " Polly" know it.

Then she may live
In song impearled,
And Good Words give
Her to the world.