On order that must be obeyed I sing of a dear little maid; A mirthfully serious, Sober, delirious, Gently imperious Maid. And first well consider her eyes (Alike as to color and size); Her winkable, blinkable, Merrily twinkable, Simply unthinkable Eyes. Then, having a moment to spare, We turn our attention to hair; Her tendrilly-curlative, Tumbly-and-whirlative, Super-superlative Hair. Forbear to dismiss with a shrug Her nose, undeniable pug;-- Her strictly permissible, Turn-up-like-thisable, Urgently kissable Pug. Now, moving a point to the south, We come to an Actual Mouth; A coral, pearliferous, Argumentiferous, Mainly melliferous Mouth. Observe, underneath it, a chin, Connoting the dimple within; A steady, reliable, Hardly defiable, True, undeniable Chin. By all that is fair! it appears Wed almost forgotten her ears! Those never neglectable, Tinted, delectable, Highly respectable Ears! And last let us speak of herself, That blithe little gipsy and elf, Her quite unignorable, Absence-deplorable, Wholly adorable Self.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 17:52:30 +0000
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