Will you read my little pome,
O you girls returnèd home
From a summertime of sport
At the Jolliest Resort,
From a Heated Term of joys
Far from urban dust and noise?
You I speak to in this rhyme,
You have had a Glorious Time
Swimming, golfing, bridging, dancing,
Riding, tennising, romancing,
On the springboard, on the raft—
You’ve been often photographed.
At the place you have forsaken,
You have had some pictures taken,
Pictures taken of you dancing,
Riding, tennising, romancing,
Swimming, golfing, and reclining;
Snacking, luncheoning, and dining.
Cometh now my brief advice;
Ladies, be ye ne’er so nice,
Be ye ne’er so fascinating,
Luring, drawing, captivating,
If with interest you’d imbue us,
Do not show those pictures to us!
Snapshots of the links and lawn
Cause in many of us a yawn;
(As for me myself, why, I’m
Glad to see ’em any time)
But—I give it to you square—
Lots of people do not care.
