popped,
Till your heart seemed lead and your breath was
stopped?
Have you yeaked her up and yawked her down,
—As doleful a lad as there was in town?
If so, we can talk of the back-bent woe
That followed the youngsters of long ago.
Ah, urban chap, with your anthracite,
Pass on, for you cannot fathom, quite,
The talk that I make with this other chap