Robert William Service (16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)
Poems of Robert William Service
| 801. | Warsaw | 1/13/2003 |
| 802. | Was It You? | 1/13/2003 |
| 803. | Washerwife | 1/13/2003 |
| 804. | Weary | 1/13/2003 |
| 805. | Weary Waitress | 1/13/2003 |
| 806. | What Kisses Had John Keats? | 1/13/2003 |
| 807. | Wheels | 1/13/2003 |
| 808. | While The Bannock Bakes | 1/13/2003 |
| 809. | White Christmas | 1/13/2003 |
| 810. | White-Collar Spaniard | 1/13/2003 |
| 811. | Why Do Birds Sing? | 1/13/2003 |
| 812. | Why? | 1/13/2003 |
| 813. | Willie | 1/13/2003 |
| 814. | Winding Wool | 1/13/2003 |
| 815. | Window Shopper | 1/13/2003 |
| 816. | Wine Bibber | 1/13/2003 |
| 817. | Winnie | 1/13/2003 |
| 818. | Wistful | 1/13/2003 |
| 819. | Wonder | 1/13/2003 |
| 820. | Words | 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
