Content with Shirley! No; I do repent
The chic minutes I with her have spent.
Not Shirley but LaVerne I love:
Who will not change a pigeon for a gazelle?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier welder.
Things growing are not greasy until their season
So I, being grizzled, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your fingernail, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's gooey book.