Her Easter hat,
So neat and pat,
Sat
lightly on her tresses;
And breezy dips
From April’s lips
Kissed
it with their caresses.
Her Easter hat
So lightly sat
That
I forgave her yearnings;
Altho’ it lay,
I’m free to say,
Quite
heavy on my earnings.
March
27, ‘97
Pub.
in Little
Joker
for
April,
‘98
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