WHEN NELLIE SMILES.
By D’Arcy Moore.
When Nellie smiles across at me,
She’s well worth coming miles to see.
Deep dented dimples find a place,
Best suited for their added grace,
The one on either side her face,
Dan Cupid capers high in glee
When Nellie smiles.
When Nellie smiles, dear girl, at me,
Her blue eyes twinkle roguishly;
She bows her dainty head the whiles
(She’s mistress, past, of woman’s wiles)
And thus the willing wretch beguiles.
Ah! surely there is witchery
When Nellie smiles.
L’Envoi:
If you would keep your peace of mind,
So often wrecked by woman-kind,
Be warned in time. While yet you may—
Cover your eyes and run away
When Nellie smiles.