 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
But—Lips—that's Nessy—the mouth? just so—
Like a puffeck rose in the full blow—
Eyes, of coorse, and nice they were—
Blue—yes, blue; but the most that was there,
I tell ye, couldn' see nothin' but just
The mouth. It wasn' a sort of a puss,
Puckered and quilted and hemmed and hitched
And gored and eylotted and stitched—
Plenty of it—reefs and reefs,
And more to come; and then the teefs
All set round—aw, I'll be bail
Drew to scale, drew to scale—
The mouth she had—aw, hit or miss,
For all the world like a big red kiss.
Like a puffeck rose in the full blow—
Eyes, of coorse, and nice they were—
Blue—yes, blue; but the most that was there,
I tell ye, couldn' see nothin' but just
The mouth. It wasn' a sort of a puss,
Puckered and quilted and hemmed and hitched
And gored and eylotted and stitched—
Plenty of it—reefs and reefs,
And more to come; and then the teefs
All set round—aw, I'll be bail
Drew to scale, drew to scale—
The mouth she had—aw, hit or miss,
For all the world like a big red kiss.
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