The Summer girl <br />In peek-a-boos <br />And open hose <br />And narrow shoes, <br />Now trips along <br />The sandy beach, <br />While each man mutters: <br />'She's a peach.' <br /> <br />And now she meets <br />A handsome man, <br />Who kindly stoops <br />To get her fan; <br />Thus is the romance <br />Quickly staged, <br />Next day, of course, <br />They are engaged. <br /> <br />In two short weeks <br />They separate, <br />Back to the daily <br />Grind they hate; <br />He to his office, <br />She the store, <br />And thus their brief <br />Engagement's o'er. <br /> <br />He quite forgets <br />They ever met, <br />But she refuses <br />To forget; <br />She tells her friends, <br />With many a sigh: <br />'I almost had <br />A wealthy guy.'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-summer-girl-2/
