Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Frederick Locker-LampsonMy Mistresss Boots
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I tremble when they come
Pit-a-pat:
This palpitation means
These boots are Geraldine’s—
Think of that!
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky little kid,
You perish’d, so you did,
For my sweet.
On the sides, and in the seams,
As it shows
The Pixies were the wags
Who tipt these funny tags,
And these toes.
Had Crusoe, sick of self,
Chanced to view
One printed near the tide,
O, how hard he would have tried
For the two!
And innocent, and fair
As a rose;
She ’s an angel in a frock,
With a fascinating cock
To her nose.
Their extremities to please
Mandarins,
Would positively flinch
From venturing to pinch
Geraldine’s.
To Geraldine’s were frights:
And I trow,
The damsel, deftly shod,
Has dutifully trod
Until now.
Such a pretty Puss (in Boots)
These to don,
Set this dainty hand awhile
On my shoulder, dear, and I’ll
Put them on.