this gentill daye
The Terra-Bessie
I met a girl with hair quite red
She asked me over to tea
Her mother toasted, then buttered the bread
The daughter served it to me
We sat together and sometimes I read
And passed the time gaily till three
When I turned to her (with many things said)
And she shared her kisses with me
[schoolboy poem, age 14]
Dennis Dryden, The Shorter Poems.
