There a smooth throat, an arched, attractive ankle,
Soft cheek, curved back in bloom to close-set ear,
Red mouth full-lipped, a voice whose love-tones rankle
Still in this heart of mine,—a voice so dear
That ... But no more! In fear this rhyming prank’ll
Offend some damozel whom I revere,
I state: Jill’s just an ordinary blonde,
Fair, frail, flirtatious, rather fast than fond.
You know the type—aristo-plutocratic,
Out of blue blood by hard North Country cash;