Ventures Into Verse / Being various ballads, ballades, rondeaux, triolets, songs, quatrains, odes and roundels, all rescued from the potters' field of old files and here given decent burial

by H. L. Mencken

Few roses like your cheeks are red,

Few dangers like your frown I dread;

Few rubies to your lips compare,

Few roses like your cheeks are red,

Few lilies like your brow are fair.

A RONDEAU OF TWO HOURS

“It's a cinch.”—Plato.

From four to six milady fair

Is chic and sweet and debonair,

For then it is, with smiles and tea,