When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum