Down at the corner barroom <br />The fellows gibe and jest <br />For their homelife is too common, <br />Too vulgar for their taste. <br />So, when between their teeth <br />A tussle comes in view, <br />Each little snip of gossip <br />Is worth a month of chew. <br /> <br />Should any of their number <br />Admire a winsome dame, <br />Hi-ho, it’s off to the sporting <br />And fast into the game. <br />They say she is a swimmer <br />Of Olympian behest; <br />Why sure, how else could she have <br />Developed such a - chest? <br /> <br />I wonder, would it tingle <br />Her ears if she ever knew <br />How, from that quick and single <br />Glance, her statistics grew? <br />And how they tease and kid him <br />Until his face is scarlet, <br />And how they gibe an bid him <br />Woo this pretty starlet. <br /> <br />They have him roped and haltered, <br />And they almost have him hitched; <br />I’m sure it’s common knowledge, <br />So it wasn’t me who snitched. <br />Why should we spoil their jolly fun <br />By being too concise, <br />So we’ll neglect to point out <br />That she is another’s wife.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idle-folly/
