To My Valentine
The Jumbler, with one eye on the calendar, tells the thoughts he thinks—claiming immunity the while.
Saint Valentine, that good old gink,
Gives license free to say with ink
The things you feel, the thoughts you think.
So timid youths, of courts afraid,
Select this day to tell a maid
Things otherwise best left unsaid.
This custom all the judges know,
And breach-of-promise suits don't go—
So that's "how comes" what's writ below:
I love you, dear, to beat the Dutch!
I love you, dear, gosh-awful much!
Now could you love, obey—and such?
With love my heart seems 'bout to burst—
But I've now said all that I durst.
With love to all,—John Safety First.
The Jumbler again mounts Pegasus, and carries us through the Realm of Dreams, where we come in touch with the Life Romantic.
The Jumbler recites:
| All Mine in Dreams. |
| Should Dreams Come True. |
| Lotus Eating. |