WARM
I wish girls wouldn’t wear these waists
Their shoulders glimmer through;
I wish they would not wear the hose
Like most all of them do;
A dainty, coaxy, teasy, thin,
Most tantalizing blue;
White shoulders make one long to bite,
And blue-clad ankles—Whew!
White shoulders clad in gauzy stuff
The dimples can peep through,
And hosiery like summer skies,
A dainty Alice-blue,
All covered—far as one can see—
With silken blossoms, too;
Delirious, tantalizing things!
Just twinkling dreams and—Whew!
I wish they would cut out these waists,
Those shirtwaists peek-a-boo;
How can you look in a girl’s eyes
With dimples peeping through
The shoulders of her gown like that
And making eyes at you,
Or see if her hat is on straight
When blue-clad ankles—Whew!
I wish summer days were gone—
For my own peace I do—
And winter had wiped out these waists
We know as “peek-a-boo,”
And these darned, dainty, teasing, slim,
Trim ankles, Alice-blue!
Gee! The thermometer’s gone up!
Way up to 92!