About twenty years ago
Two girls came in where I worked—
A bosomy English rose
And her friend in specs I could talk to.  
Faces in those days sparked
The whole shooting—match off, and I doubt  
If ever one had like hers:
But it was the friend I took out,
 
And in seven years after that  
Wrote over four hundred letters,  
Gave a ten—guinea ring
I got back in the end, and met  
At numerous cathedral cities  
Unknown to the clergy. I believe
I met beautiful twice. She was trying  
Both times (so I thought) not to laugh.
 
Parting, after about five
Rehearsals, was an agreement  
That I was too selfish, withdrawn,  
And easily bored to love.
Well, useful to get that learnt.  
In my wallet are still two snaps
Of bosomy rose with fur gloves on.  
Unlucky charms, perhaps.

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