Sonnets to a Red-Haired Lady - Part 22
AS THE mad lark rises, drunk with song and sun,
When morning bends above the dewy meadow,
And his clear call proclaims: " The Day is won! "
Over a hurrying rout of driven shadow,
So likewise do I sing, my Sugar-Bun,
When your red bean floats into sight, sweet Kiddo!
It fills me full of joy ... it makes me, Hon,
As happy as a Million Dollar Widow!
My Twenty-second Wife wore nightcaps, Sue ...
Frilled things, with cherry-coloured ribbons stuck
Upon them. When I pulled one off, as luck
Would have it, why the lady's head came too!
Anger made me too rough, as anger may,
No doubt. So died our romance! Welladay!
When morning bends above the dewy meadow,
And his clear call proclaims: " The Day is won! "
Over a hurrying rout of driven shadow,
So likewise do I sing, my Sugar-Bun,
When your red bean floats into sight, sweet Kiddo!
It fills me full of joy ... it makes me, Hon,
As happy as a Million Dollar Widow!
My Twenty-second Wife wore nightcaps, Sue ...
Frilled things, with cherry-coloured ribbons stuck
Upon them. When I pulled one off, as luck
Would have it, why the lady's head came too!
Anger made me too rough, as anger may,
No doubt. So died our romance! Welladay!
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