Should i come upon an enchanting
Popsy who by my own reckoning
And sight investigation --
Whether she is ebony or brunette --
Is beautiful in my estimation:
Of a jolly heart and steady soul,
One that's lovelier than Venus--
I will not my wits abandon,
Nor give my eyes a pardon;
I mean,
One that smells better than roses --
Straightway will I close,
To not perceive her scent, my nose;
I say,
Of such that tastes sweeter than nectar --
I shall seek nay to procure her taste,
Lest my substance and time I waste;
wait,
Whose skin is softer than butter --
I will not even at all bother
To touch, hold or caress her.
Am I silly to administer
Such injury upon a charming Sis?
For I will forsake apace all business
At hand, and make a beeline for her!