Introduction

Mount carefully to avoid damage.

Lady Love

I wooed a lady passing fair
When I was young and courtly.
I loved her lips, her eyes, her hair,
Her figure pert if portly.
I raised her to my saddle bow
And pulled a muscle down below.
She cried "Did we hear something go?"
Unmanned by piercing pains,
I thought I ought to let her know
That I had strained my reins.
"Strained reins?" she smiled,
"That is a blow!
But have no fear," she said, "I bet
The groom will have another set."

Copyright: Joe Pamanian