About twenty years
Two girls came in where I worked -A bosomy English
And her friend in specs I could talk to.
Faces in those days
The whole shooting-match off, and I
If ever one had like hers:
But it was the friend I took out,
And in seven years after
Wrote over four hundred letters,
Gave a ten-guinea ringI got back in the end, and
At numerous cathedral
Unknown to the clergy.
I believeI met beautiful twice.
She was
Both times (so I thought) not to laugh.
Parting, after about
Rehearsals, was an
That I was too selfish,
And easily bored to love.
Well, useful to get that learnt,
In my wallet are still two snaps,
Of bosomy rose with fur gloves on.
Unlucky charms, perhaps.