The Compliment

Arrayed in snow-white pants and vest, And other rainment fair to view, I stood before my sweetheart Sue— The charming creature I love best. “Tell me and does my costume suit?” I asked that apple of my eye— And then the charmer made reply, “Oh, yes, you do look awful cute!” Although I frequently had heard My sweetheart vent her pleasure so, I must confess I did not know The meaning of that favorite word. But presently at window side We stood and watched the passing throng, And soon a donkey passed along With ears like wings extended wide. And gazing at the doleful brute My sweetheart gave a merry cry— I quote her language with a sigh— “O Charlie, ain’t he awful cute?”

Collection: 
English
1870
Eugene Field
Sub Title: 
Humorous Poems: II. Miscellaneous

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