Reality For Me

I have a modest sweetheart, Who has not traveled much, But loves the scènes around her With fancy to retouch. Does some grim jail tower o'er us, My sweetheart crouchea ]ow. She is dear littlc Dorrit With heritage of woe. Or if by chance we're strolling Through any bit of wood She peoples it with archers. And I am liobin Hood. One night we two were passing A factory chimney high; A shower descended on us Of einders hot and dry. The smoke clouds surged around us, The soot, like rain, carne down. Cried I: " 'Tis Cincinnati- Cali this no foreign town." But quickly came the answer In sweet, triumphant tone: "Ah, no; tliLs is Pompeii; We're Glaucus and Ione." I kissed her once for Glaucus; Indeed, I kissed her twice - The kiss I gave as Glaucus Somehow did not suffice. I like imagination And all that I can see. Vet, when it coinés to kissing - Reality for me.