This first of serials in doggerel verse.
O Jill, my peerless, perfumed, powdered darling;
Quintessence of all fairies I’ve adored
In London’s lanes, by Devon Budleigh’s farling,
At Berkeley’s, Kettner’s, Ritz’s, Carlton’s board;
Jill whose white hands ne’er knew roughhouse-work’s gnarling;
Whose clothes not twenty Coxes could afford!
How shall man sing the seasoned cee-sprung carriage
In which you rolled from that first kiss to marriage?
What days they were! What noon-times and what twilights!