Dollie Thompson In Her
Teens- approximately 1885
She sports a witching
gown,
With a ruffle up and
down on the skirt
She is gentle; she is
shy,
But there is mischief
in her eye
She’s a flirt!
She displays a tiny
glove
And a dainty little
love of a shoe
And she wears her hat
atilt,
Over bangs that never
wilt
In the dew.
The rumored chocolate
creams
Is the fabric of her
dreams-
But enough!
I know beyond a doubt
that she carries them about
In her muff.
With her dimples and
her curls
She exasperates the
girls.
And they are past
belief,
They hint that she is
a cat,
And delightful things
like that!
In their grief…
It is shocking, I
declare!
But what does Dollie
care-
When the beaus
Come flocking to her
feet
Like the bees around a
sweet little rose.
Author Unknown
