The Alphabet of Love
A is the art of man and maid;
B is the blush, so fair, displayed;
C is the challenge in the eyes;
D the dare that soon replies;
E but why the rest recall?
The rest is E-Z, that’s all.
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A buzz ran ’round the party,
Some maids were e’en in tears;
A blasé girl—ye Gods, the shame—
Had left exposed her ears.
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The melancholy days have come,
The saddest of the year.
There’s no coal in the cellar,
And no goodness in the beer.
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If I had a girl and she was mine,
I’d paint her back with iodine;
And on her ankles I’d place this sign,
“Keep off the lunch, they’re mine, they’re mine.”
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