Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Poems of Robert William Service

221. Grin 1/13/2003
222. Growing Old 1/13/2003
223. Grumpy Grandpa 1/13/2003
224. Gypsy Jill 1/13/2003
225. Hate 1/13/2003
226. Heart O' The North 1/13/2003
227. Henry 1/13/2003
228. Her Letter 1/13/2003
229. Her Toys 1/13/2003
230. Hero Worship 1/13/2003
231. Highland Hospitality 1/13/2003
232. His Boys 1/13/2003
233. Hobo 1/13/2003
234. Home And Love 1/13/2003
235. Horatio 1/13/2003
236. Hot Digitty Dog 1/13/2003
237. Humility 1/13/2003
238. I Have Some Friends 1/13/2003
239. I Shall Not Burn 1/13/2003
240. I Will Not Fight 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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