The daughter of the village Maire <br />Is very fresh and very fair, <br /> A dazzling eyeful; <br />She throws upon me such a spell <br />That though my love I dare not tell, <br /> My heart is sighful. <br />She has the cutest brown caniche, <br />The French for "poodle" on a leash, <br /> While I have Bingo; <br />A dog of doubtful pedigree, <br />Part pug or pom or chow maybe, <br /> But full of stingo. <br /> <br />The daughter of the village Maire <br />Would like to speak with me, I'll swear, <br /> In her sweet lingo; <br />But parlez-vous I find a bore, <br />For I am British to the core, <br /> And so is Bingo <br />Yet just to-day as we passed by, <br />Our two dogs haulted eye to eye, <br /> In friendly poses; <br />Oh, how I hope to-morrow they <br />Will wag their tails in merry play, <br /> And rub their noses. <br /> <br /> * * * * * * * <br /> <br />The daughter of the village Maire <br />Today gave me a frigid stare, <br /> My hopes are blighted. <br />I'll tell you how it came to pass . . . <br />Last evening in the Square, alas! <br /> My sweet I sighted; <br />And as she sauntered with her pet, <br />Her dainty, her adored Frolette, <br /> I cried: "By Jingo!" <br />Well, call it chance or call it fate, <br />I made a dash . . . Too late, too late! <br /> Oh, naughty Bingo! <br /> <br />The daughter of the village Maire <br />That you'll forgive me, is my prayer <br /> And also Bingo. <br />You should have shielded your caniche: <br />You saw my dog strain on his leash <br /> And like a spring go. <br />They say that Love will find a way - <br />It definitely did, that day . . . <br /> Oh, canine noodles! <br />Now it is only left to me <br />To wonder - will your offspring be <br /> Poms, pugs or poodles?<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bingo/
