Richard Hovey

(1864-1900 / United States)

At The Club - Poem by Richard Hovey

When a pretty maiden passes
By the window down the street,
Cards and billiards lose their sweet;
Conversation on old brasses
Languishes; up go the glasses:-
'Nice complexion!' 'Dainty feet!'
When a pretty maiden passes
By the window down the street.

Smith forgets the 'toiling masses,'
Robinson, the fall in wheat;
All the club is indiscret.
Ah, the wisest men are asses
When a pretty maiden passes
By the window down the street!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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