CAMELOT FANTASIES

My Suburban Girl


by Samuel Alfred Beadle



 I know a sweet suburban girl,
 She's witty, bright and brief;
 With dimples in her cheeks; and pearl
 In rubies set, for teeth.

 Beneath her glossy raven hair
 There beams the hazel eye,
 Bright as the star of evening there
 Where the yellow sunbeams die.

 Her breath is like a flower blown,
 In fragrance and perfume;
 Her voice seems from the blissful throne
 Where their harps the angels tune.

 Her waist is just a trifle more
 Than a cubit in its girth;
 But when there my arms I throw,
 I've all there is of earth.

 And when she turns her dimpled cheek
 Toward me for a kiss,
 I lose expression—cannot speak—
And take all there is of bliss.