Classic Poem

He tried it first upon a pretty creature,
One Christmas time beneath the mistletoe.
Plump was the girl; of soft round comely feature;
With short crisp ringlets, and a healthful glow
Upon her buxom cheek. The thought might reach her,
Rupert would make an excellent mate, you know;
But as to loving him — pshaw, none of that! —
The pretty little girl was much too fat.