Of all the ladies I’ve liked and misplaced,
there’s one if I might I’d nonetheless court docket her.
It was Julie, brown hair, brown eyes, star-crossed–
for she suffered from A number of Persona Dysfunction.
After we went separate methods, I waved goodbye
to not only one lady, however amors by the dozen.
She was certainly one of many who caught my eye,
like a giant household with distant cousins.
Someday she’d be sloppy, the following morning fairly neat.
On Monday dyspeptic, on Tuesday fairly candy.
She was Irish, and English, and Turkish, and French,
a prim bluestocking, then a bawdy wench.
She’d converse in a whisper like a covert spy,
then growth out a tune like a daft torch singer.
I needn’t sneak ‘spherical to a lady on the sly,
she was certainly one of a crowd of useless ringers.
I miss her particularly at any time when I eat out,
I confess that I used her as a crutch.
It’s a hell of quite a bit cheaper, there isn’t a doubt,
to separate the invoice twenty methods whenever you go Dutch.