Treasure Island

Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Poems of Robert William Service

201. Fulfilment 1/13/2003
202. Funk 1/13/2003
203. Futility 1/13/2003
204. Gangrene 1/13/2003
205. Gentle Gaoler 1/13/2003
206. Ghosts 1/13/2003
207. Gignol 1/13/2003
208. Gipsy 1/13/2003
209. God's Battleground 1/13/2003
210. God's Grief 1/13/2003
211. Gods In The Gutter 1/13/2003
212. God's Skallywags 1/13/2003
213. God's Vagabond 1/13/2003
214. Going Home 1/13/2003
215. Golden Days 1/13/2003
216. Good-Bye, Little Cabin 1/13/2003
217. Grandad 1/13/2003
218. Grand-Père 1/13/2003
219. Grand-Pa's Whim 1/13/2003
220. Grey Gull 1/13/2003

You Can't Can Love

I don't know how the fishes feel, but I can't help thinking it odd,
That a gay young flapper of a female eel should fall in love with a cod.
Yet - that's exactly what she did and it only goes to prove,
That' what evr you do you can't put the lid on that crazy feeling Love.

Now that young tom-cod was a dreadful rake, and he had no wish to wed,
But he feared that her foolish heart would break, so this is what he said:
"Some fellows prize a woman's eyes, and some admire her lips,
While so

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