When Gladys comes a whisper wakes, <br />A sudden thrill prevails, <br />She holds the eyes of men, and takes <br />The wind out of our sails. <br />In spite of every art we use, <br />Their bosoms she transfixes, <br />And yet I'm glad to know her shoes <br />Are unromantic sixes. <br /> <br />The frocks that Leonora wears <br />Are absolutely sweet, <br />She practices such Frenchy airs <br />It's hopeless to compete. <br />Her lace is fine, her silks are thick, <br />Her sables make one sicken ; <br />And yet, though Leonora's chic, <br />She's certainly no chicken. <br /> <br />Diana has a sporting bent <br />And not a little side, <br />She's hot upon a screamin' scent <br />And knows the way to ride. <br />Her doggy tendencies would please <br />A print like Mr. Strachey's, <br />But, though she drops her final<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crumbs-of-comfort/
