Will you read my little pome,
O you girls returnèd home
From a summertime of sport
At the Jolliest Resort,
From a Heated Term of joys
Far from urban dust and noise?
You I speak to in this rhyme,
You have had a Glorious Time
Swimming, golfing, bridging, dancing,
Riding, tennising, romancing,
On the springboard, on the raft —
You’ ve been often photographed.
At the place you have forsaken,
You have had some pictures taken,
Pictures taken of you dancing,
Riding, tennising, romancing,
Swimming, golfing, and reclining;
Snacking, luncheoning, and dining.
Cometh now my brief advice;
Ladies, be ye ne’ er so nice,
Be ye ne’ er so fascinating,
Luring, drawing, captivating,
If with interest you’ d imbue us,
Do not show those pictures to us!
Snapshots of the links and lawn
Cause in many of us a yawn;
(As for me myself, why, I’ m
Glad to see ’ em any time)
But — I give it to you square —
Lots of people do not care.