Of all of the ladies I’ve cherished and misplaced,
there’s one if I may I’d nonetheless courtroom her.
It was once Julie, brown hair, brown eyes, star-crossed–
for she suffered from More than one Persona Dysfunction.
After we went separate tactics, I waved goodbye
not to only one lady, however amors through the dozen.
She was once one of the who stuck my eye,
like a large circle of relatives with far-off cousins.
At some point she’d be sloppy, the following morning moderately neat.
On Monday dyspeptic, on Tuesday moderately candy.
She was once Irish, and English, and Turkish, and French,
a prim bluestocking, then a bawdy wench.
She’d discuss in a whisper like a covert undercover agent,
then growth out a track like a ludicrous torch singer.
I needn’t sneak ‘spherical to a lady at the sly,
she was once certainly one of a crowd of useless ringers.
I leave out her particularly each time I devour out,
I confess that I used her as a crutch.
It’s a hell of so much inexpensive, there’s no doubt,
to separate the invoice twenty tactics while you cross Dutch.
