H. L. Mencken,
Ventures Into Verse
“ We've tried to induce to be dead;And while we have shot at their shadows,They've done the same favor for us—But, by George, she's so sweetThat we'd rather be beatThan to have her mixed up in the fuss. Oh! isn't her blush like the roses?And aren't her eyes like the stars?And whenever she smilesDon't you think you are milesFrom the rattle and roar of the wars?Would you take the three stars of a generalIf she'd say “Leave the stars and take me?”Oh! we've stolen sweet kisses from thousands of misses,But hers are the sweetest that be. ”
