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Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.

By. Frederick Locker-Lampson

My Mistress’s Boots

  • She has dancing eyes and ruby lips
  • Delightful boots—and away she skips.

  • THEY nearly strike me dumb,—

    I tremble when they come

    Pit-a-pat:

    This palpitation means

    These boots are Geraldine’s—

    Think of that!

    O where did hunter win

    So delicate a skin

    For her feet?

    You lucky little kid,

    You perish’d, so you did,

    For my sweet.

    The faery stitching gleams

    On the sides, and in the seams,

    As it shows

    The Pixies were the wags

    Who tipt these funny tags,

    And these toes.

    What soles to charm an elf!

    Had Crusoe, sick of self,

    Chanced to view

    One printed near the tide,

    O, how hard he would have tried

    For the two!

    For Gerry’s debonair,

    And innocent, and fair

    As a rose;

    She ’s an angel in a frock,

    With a fascinating cock

    To her nose.

    The simpletons who squeeze

    Their extremities to please

    Mandarins,

    Would positively flinch

    From venturing to pinch

    Geraldine’s.

    Cinderella’s lefts and rights

    To Geraldine’s were frights:

    And I trow,

    The damsel, deftly shod,

    Has dutifully trod

    Until now.

    Come, Gerry, since it suits

    Such a pretty Puss (in Boots)

    These to don,

    Set this dainty hand awhile

    On my shoulder, dear, and I’ll

    Put them on.