Oh, if my
love offended me,
And we had
words together,
To show her I would master be,
I'd whip
her with a feather!
If
then she, like a naughty girl,
Would tyranny
declare it,
I'd give my
pet a cross of pearl,
And make her
always bear it.
If still
she tried to sulk and sigh.
And threw away my
posies,
I'd catch
my darling on the sly,
And smother her
with roses.
But
should she clench her dimpled fists,
Or contradict her
betters
I'd manacle
her tiny wrists
With dainty
jeweled fetters.
And
if she dared her lips to pout,
Like many pert
young misses,
I'd wind my
arm her waist about,
And punish
her-with kisses!
J.
Ashby-Sterry.
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