Horace: Book III, Ode 9 <br /> <br />"Donec eram gratus tibi--" <br /> <br />HORACE, PVT. --TH INFANTRY, A.E.F., WRITES: <br /> <br /> <br />While I was fussing you at home <br />You put the notion in my dome <br />That I was the Molasses Kid. <br />I batted strong. I'll say I did. <br /> <br />LYDIA, ANYBURG U.S.A., WRITES: <br /> <br />While you were fussing me alone <br />To other boys my heart was stone. <br />When I was all that you could see <br />No girl had anything on me. <br /> <br />HORACE: <br /> <br />Well, say, I'm having some romance <br />With one Babette, of Northern France. <br />If that girl gave me the command <br />I'd dance a jig in No-Man's Land. <br /> <br />LYDIA: <br /> <br />I, too, have got a young affair <br />With Charley--say, that boy is there! <br />I'd just as soon go out and die <br />If I thought it'd please that guy <br /> <br />HORACE: <br /> <br />Suppose I can this foreign wren <br />And start things up with you again? <br />Suppose I promise to be good? <br />I'd love you Lyd. I'll say I would. <br /> <br />LYDIA: <br /> <br />Though Charley's good and handsome--oh, boy! <br />And you're a stormy fickle doughboy, <br />So give the Hun his final whack, <br />And I'll marry you when you come back.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-doughboy-s-horace/
