Robert Kirkland Kernighan

(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

Her Pretty Print Dress - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

She is like a soft caress
In her pretty print dress,

And blushingly she tells me that it cost her just a dollar ;

But she 's pretty as a picture, with her linen cuffs and


And her fifty cent hat-
There 's an anthem hid in that

And the reason that I like it is, it hides no shining tress ;

It matches cuffs and collar and the pretty print dress.

Each little canvas shoe

Keeps saying ' Sir,' to you,
When she 's walking in the sunshine in the August

Or by the inland ocean, beneath a harvest moon ;

And the little strip of stocking

Seems mocking, mocking, mocking,

And it fills the very angels that are watching with distress ;
But that shoe and stocking matches the pretty print dress.

So I buy a bunch of roses,

And soon my gift reposes

Upon the dainty bosom of her pretty print dress.
(I love to see the roses her innocence caress).

And when I praise her outfit

She takes a little pout fit,

And she hangs her pretty head as if in great distress ;
But she knows I think she 's lovely in her pretty print

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She made that dress herself
(The handy little elf!)
She trimmed that wondrous hat, also, with cunning fingers

nimble ;
(A little humming bird's egg would make too large a

thimble ! )

And when she goes out walking,
It 's really no use talking,

The admiration that I feel I scarcely can repress,
When I see her shioing in the sun in her pretty print

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

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