Charles Stuart Calverley.
(This poem is a double acrostic.)
The Rink had been Washed.
The rink had been washed, just washed in a shower,
Where Mary and Charley did skate,
While plentiful moisture enveloped the bower,
Where to rest or to flirt they would wait.
The eaves were all dripping—my spirits did sink,
For it seemed to a sensible view,