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A SIREN SOLD.
I can but think a woman's wink
Is rarely accidental,
The sex at flirting is adept,
For tempted Eve, old Adam wept,
And suffered supplemental.
Is rarely accidental,
The sex at flirting is adept,
For tempted Eve, old Adam wept,
And suffered supplemental.
We all recall man's primal fall
And how Eve tried to cater
To our first daddy's taste for fruit,
Before he donned the fig leaf suit,
Ah, too-too Alma Mater.
And how Eve tried to cater
To our first daddy's taste for fruit,
Before he donned the fig leaf suit,
Ah, too-too Alma Mater.
The other day, far up Broadway,
I saw a seal clad damsel,
Whose lashes quivered 'neath the gaze
Of every man that dared to raise
His eyes and look at mam'selle.
I saw a seal clad damsel,
Whose lashes quivered 'neath the gaze
Of every man that dared to raise
His eyes and look at mam'selle.
I later met this arch coquette,
Returning from her shopping,
Demure and innocent she seemed,
And yet a roguish twinkle gleamed
From optic gently dropping.
Returning from her shopping,
Demure and innocent she seemed,
And yet a roguish twinkle gleamed
From optic gently dropping.
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What did I then, O evil men,
Who wickedly are guessing,
You don't believe a solemn oath,
I didn't (though by no means loath),
Now isn't this distressing?
Who wickedly are guessing,
You don't believe a solemn oath,
I didn't (though by no means loath),
Now isn't this distressing?
(Attributed to) H. Clay Lukens.
February 16th, 1882.
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