Will you read my little pome,
O you girls returnéd 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
Youve 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 neer so nice,
Be ye neer so fascinating,
Luring, drawing, captivating,
If with interest youd 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, Im
Glad to see em any time)
ButI give it to you square
Lots of people do not care.
