Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance ‘twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know–and so do you.
And when (so comfortably placed)
Suppose you only grew aware
That that dear, dainty little waist
Of hers looked very lonely there;
Pray tell me sooth–what would you do?
I know, and so do you.
When, having done what I just did
With not a frown to check or chill,
Suppose her red lips seemed to bid
Defiance to your lordly will;
Oh, tell me, sweet, what would you do?
I know, and so do you.
(Eugene Field)
More Poetry from Eugene Field:
- Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby (Eugene Field Poems)
- Booh! (Eugene Field Poems)
- The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup (Eugene Field Poems)
- The Peter-Bird (Eugene Field Poems)
- A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot (Eugene Field Poems)
- John Smith (Eugene Field Poems)