And useless to help me I'm certain my pen is—
Concerning my dress of forget-me-not blue,
I'm taking to Dingle to play at lawn-tennis.
The buttons are silver, of quaint filigree,
The cuffs and the collar quite artfully quilted;
The pouch the most perfect you ever could see,
The skirt is of flannel most cunningly kilted!
The latter is short, and it serves to disclose—
Entre nous I am told that my ankles are killing—
A glimpse of the clocks on cerulean hose,