To Polyandra

by Franklin Pierce Adams
Lady, listen to me;
Hearken to my cry:
Yours a heart that's roomy.
Tell me why.

Yours a head replete with
Thoughts of many men;
Making each compete with
Eight or ten.

Think on this idea:
[ Vox humana stop]
Yours should really be a
One-man top.

Lady, listen to me;
Hearken to my cry:
Yours a heart that's roomy.
Tell me why.

Yours a head replete with
Thoughts of many men;
Making each compete with
Eight or ten.

Think on this idea:
[ Vox humana stop]
Yours should really be a
One-man top.
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