Satisfactorily Explained

He was a handsome, dashing youth,

     She was a petite miss;

At last he fell for he was weak,

He planted on the maiden’s cheek

     A quick, resounding kiss.

She quickly brushed the kiss away,

     And blushed becomingly;

Then on the lover’s face was seen

A disappointment deep and keen

     Her act was mutiny.

“Why rub it off?” he asked of her,

     In accents of despair;

She stammered, prettily to see,

Then said, “I thought perhaps, maybe,

     You’d put-another-there!”

Dec. 11, ‘09