NOT in scorn do I reprove thee,
Not in pride thy vows I waive,
But, believe, I could not love thee,
Wert thou prince, and I a slave.
These, then, are thine oaths of passion ?
Yes you have clear intention
For rank retention
Striving very hard to hold
For everybody to know in world
Boy, I detest the Persian pomp;
I hate those linden-bark devices;
And as for roses, holy Moses!
They can't be got at living prices!
Mastah drink his ol' Made'a,
Missy drink huh sherry wine,
Ovahseah lak his whiskey,
Earth loves her young: a preference manifest:
She prompts them to her fruits and flower-beds;
Their beauty with her choicest interthreads,
I would prefer and love to hate
Such thoughts come in mind very late
It makes me to wonder on so many counts
Minds goes in wilderness and simply hounds
You were never a Juliet
You seemed to me simple idiot
You preferred a heavy jolt
It was shock and blue from bolt
I've drifted over Trafalgar's rotting hulls,
Seen dolphins play at the pillars of Hercules,
Been camel-ridden to the foot of Cheops
And walked the city Alexander took and named.
Riding over the ocean
Never was my dream
But with your eyes
I saw it once for all