By yon steam laundry. Last I come to Bert;
Bert's is the best known face in all the Square,
Being the milk, and something more—a flirt.
Yes, for not only bleeds this heart of mine;
There shall be tenderer spasms when we shift,
Such bits of cheek, such observations fine,
Such honied whispers have been heard to drift
From Susan at the casement of her shrine
To Romeo managing the tradesmen's lift.
Hers shall be all the loss; he'll soon forget.