The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

TULIPS AND ROSES.

My Rosa from the latticed grove

Brought me a sweet bouquet of posies,

And asked, as round my neck she clung,

If tulips I preferred to roses.

“I cannot tell, sweet wife,” I sighed,

“But kiss me ere I see the posies:”

She did. “Oh, I prefer,” I cried,

“Your two lips to a dozen roses.”