Your eyes are like hand-painted china;
Old gold is spun into your hair;
You’ve a skin that’s as fair as old ivory;
You’ve the grace of a Chippendale chair!
“Sir Galahsd, here is your head-piece;
Better leave while you’re able to speak–
I’d a whole lot rather you found me
Less lovely, than just an ANTIQUE!
by Ray Romine Monday, February 21, 1944
