Robert Kirkland Kernighan
She Takes The Cake - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
I know a maiden, shy and sweet,
With eyes of hazel, soft and merry ;
She keeps the nicest little store
And makes the best confectionery.
At evening as I homeward stroll,
Especially if it 's rather late,
I step inside to pass the time
And take a currant cake from Kate.
And, as I sit and nibble cake,
A pleasant mem'ry o'er me rushes :
W^hile she behind the counter stands,
Concealed in modest, maiden blushes.
I know right well I need n't fear
A rival in another man,
For well I know that Kitty thinks
That none the cake can take from Khan,
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