(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

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