In hand I take this pen of mine
To write you, sweet, a valentine;
I’d take your dainty hand instead,
But—you’re a drawing—I am wed—
And that is why, you understand,
I only take my pen in hand.
More verses by Ellis Parker Butler
- The Final Tax
- To G. M. W. And G. F. W.
- The Whale
- Mouths Of Hippopotami And Some Recent Novels
- Song For Heroes