I said she’d made with me a hit—
Very well.
Perhaps I was a trifle lit—
Very well.
I told her that she was divine,
She let me hold her hand in mine,
In short—I handed out my line
Very well.
I whispered softly in her ear,
Very well.
’Twas, how appropriately! dear—
Very well.
I drew her snugly to my breast,
While she, not daring to protest
Cleaned out the pockets of my vest.
Very well.
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