As carefully as spiders
Weave their intricate and lovely webs,
To snare the unsuspecting fly,
Did I
Plan my campaign
To win your dear affections;
Allying candlelight and velvet gowns,
And placing, carefully so,
In the bright gold that crowns
My head,
A diadem of silver stars.
Oh, I maneuvered skillfully
To break the bars
Of your resistance, dear.

Strange, then, when you first kissed me,
I should wear
Last summer’s faded housecoat,
And curlers in my hair!