Classic Poem

You titter and giggle, you beckon again,
You do all to invite me, but all is in vain;
You have jilted me once and I swore by the stone
That henceforth I'd leave you severely alone.
Though you pout your bare lips till they seem naked quite
You may kiss your own mouth; you won't have me to-night.
No, I go my own way. Other girls I shall find
More skilled at caresses, more comely, more kind.