You like the trifling triolet: <br />Well, here are three or four. <br />Unless your likings I forget, <br />You like the trifling triolet. <br />Against my conscience I abet <br />A taste which I deplore; <br />You like the trifling triolet: <br />Well, here are three or four. <br /> <br />Have you ever met with a pretty girl <br />Walking along the street, <br />With a nice new dress and her hair in curl? <br />Have you ever met with a pretty girl, <br />When her hat blew off and the wind with a whirl <br />Wafted it right to your feet? <br />Have you ever met with a pretty girl <br />Walking along the street? <br /> <br />I ran into a lady's arms, <br />Turning a corner yesterday. <br />To my confusion, her alarms, <br />I ran into a lady's arms. <br />So close a vision of her charms <br />Left me without a word to say. <br />I ran into a lady's arms, <br />Turning a corner yesterday. <br /> <br />How many maids you love, <br />How many maids love you! <br />Your conscious blushes prove <br />How many maids you love. <br />Each trusts you like a dove, <br />But would she, if she knew <br />How many maids you love, <br />How many maids love you?<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bunch-of-triolets/
