A poem about a relative
In Cornwall my cousin, dear Daisy, did dwell,
Sing Summer-slow, barleymow, indigo haze!
And as soon as we met I was under her spell,
Charmed and disarmed by her gaze.
Bonny and buxom and cuddlesome too
She hinted we might, and we did, as you do
When familial fondling is novel and new
In those Summer-slow, long-ago days.
Though, duly, my cousin to Cornwall returned,
Sing water-flow, tidal-tow, fire-glow blaze!
Still sweet are those relative values I learned,
In a novice’s innocent ways;
We frolicked for only a weekend, and yet
For family ties I shall never forget
Dear Daisy’s the cousin I’m glad to have met
In those fire-glow, long-ago days.
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