Treasure Island

Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Poems of Robert William Service

421. Periods 1/13/2003
422. Picture Dealer 1/13/2003
423. Pilgrims 1/13/2003
424. Pipe Smoker 1/13/2003
425. Playboy 1/13/2003
426. Plebeian Plutocrat 1/13/2003
427. Poet And Peer 1/13/2003
428. Poet's Path 1/13/2003
429. Politeness 1/13/2003
430. Pooch 1/13/2003
431. Poor Cock Robin 1/13/2003
432. Poor Kid 1/13/2003
433. Poor Peter 1/13/2003
434. Poor Poet 1/13/2003
435. Portent 1/13/2003
436. Portrait 1/13/2003
437. Post Office Romance 1/13/2003
438. Pragmatic 1/13/2003
439. Prayer 1/13/2003
440. Prelude 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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