Note: I found this poem in the December 24, 1859 edition of Harper's Weekly. There was no author's credit listed. I just like the marvelous play on words... read it out loud!
Love Poem
He struggled to kiss her, she struggled the same
To prevent him so bold and undaunted;
But, as smitten by lightning, he heard her exclaim,
"Avaunt, sir!" and off he avaunted.
But when he returned with the fiendishest laugh
Showing clearly that he was affronted,
And threatened by main force to carry it aff,
She cried "Don't!" and the poor fellow don'ted.
When he meekly approached, and got down at her feet,
Praying loud, as before he had ranted,
That she would forgive him, and try to be sweet,
And said, "Can't you?" -- the dear girl recanted.
Then softly he whispered -- "How could you do so?
I certainly thought I was jilted,
But come thou with me, to the parson we'll go;
Say, wilt thou, my dear?" and she wilted.
Then gayly he took her to see her new home --
A shanty by no means enchanted --
"See here we can live with no longing to roam."
He said, "Shan't we, my dear?" So they shanted.
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Love Poem
He struggled to kiss her, she struggled the same
To prevent him so bold and undaunted;
But, as smitten by lightning, he heard her exclaim,
"Avaunt, sir!" and off he avaunted.
But when he returned with the fiendishest laugh
Showing clearly that he was affronted,
And threatened by main force to carry it aff,
She cried "Don't!" and the poor fellow don'ted.
When he meekly approached, and got down at her feet,
Praying loud, as before he had ranted,
That she would forgive him, and try to be sweet,
And said, "Can't you?" -- the dear girl recanted.
Then softly he whispered -- "How could you do so?
I certainly thought I was jilted,
But come thou with me, to the parson we'll go;
Say, wilt thou, my dear?" and she wilted.
Then gayly he took her to see her new home --
A shanty by no means enchanted --
"See here we can live with no longing to roam."
He said, "Shan't we, my dear?" So they shanted.
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