Huffy Henry hid the day,
Unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point,—a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
They could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.
All the world like a woolen lover
Once did seem on Henry’s side.
Then came a departure.
Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.
I don’t see how Henry, pried
Open for all the world to see, survived.
What he has now to say is a long wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
All at the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
And empty grows every bed.
Filling her compact & delicious body
With chicken paprika, she glanced at me twice.
Fainting with interest, I hungered back
And only the fact of her husband & four other people
Kept me from springing on her
Or falling at her little feet and crying
“You are the hottest one for years of night Henry’s dazed eyes
Have enjoyed, Brilliance.” I advanced upon
(despairing) my spumoni.—Sir Bones: is stuffed, de world, wif feeding girls.
Black hair, complexion Latin, jeweled eyes
Downcast . . . The slob beside her feasts . . . What wonders is
She sitting on, over there?
The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars.
Where did it all go wrong? The ought to be a law against Henry.
Mr. Bones: there is.
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