A COLLEGE ROMANCE!

A Jiblet was tired of ‘stewing’ so he ambled forth in the street

His hands were deep in his pockets, his air was blasé yet sweet.

To College bent he his footsteps with a listless dreamy air,

Some flappers ogled blandly – for them he did not care.

The College looms in the distance, he smartly livens his pace

The clock chimes the hour of noonday, he’ll be there in a little space.

He shuffles up the Terrace, gazing wistfully round,

The Tennis-court is empty, likewise the football ground.

He saunters into the Archway, hurriedly scans the case,

The giggles and whispers are boring; he might find a better place.

All round him is the hum of lectures for this is a busy hour

The Library seems inviting – a Heaven and Students bower.

He dons Academic garments scarce waiting to fix them straight,

He politely nods to Fahy who lolls by the ‘Golden gate.’

All round are the sweetest creatures equipped with book and gown,

Already his colour is heightening so he quietly sets him down.

He scarce looked round for a moment, the he jumped with a start,

But oh! The throb of sensation how it tilted his poor weak heart.

Beside him was seated an angel, eyes of a heavenly blue,

Features that shamed ‘fair Helen,’ hair of a golden hue.

The cheeks were glistening peaches, the lips like Cupid’s bow,

Here was all he could wish for, were he not heedlessly slow.

The maiden looked right winsome, and seemed not a little bit flurried,

A pencil dropped from her fingers, to lift it straightaway he hurried.

A kindly look of gratitude, a more enchanting smile

The rest all came quite naturally, just after a little while.

They babbled and talked about nonsense, their hearts were up in the skies,

Romance was cutely blended with words that were wondrously wise.

He moved his chair still nearer this marvel of loveliness

He whispered to her “Do you love me?” She faltered, and answered, “Yes.”

His arms stole around her, and then he held her—so—

A blush, a pout from the rosebuds—“this thing is wrong and I know!”

Sweetly he mocked her scruples and softly he beguiled,

Then a tempest burst upon them, the rest of the romance was spoiled,

Fahy was standing above them, and he gave a terrible roar,

Mo Bhuachaill was rudely ejected and found himself outside the door.

So endeth a College Romance—Shortlived I confess

Perhaps it developed later, I’ll let you all have a guess.

“Letocs-Letzj.