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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wallflower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till midnight her needle she plied<br>To finish her pretty pink dress;<br>"Oh, bless you, my darling," she sighed;<br>"I hope you will be a success."<br>As she entered the Oddfellow's Hall<br>With the shy thrill of maiden romance<br>She felt like the belle of the Ball,<br>But . . . nobody asked her to dance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her programme was clutched in her hand;<br>Her smile was a tiny bit wan;<br>She listened, applauding the band,<br>Pretending she liked to look on.<br>Each girl had her favourite swain,<br>She watched them retreat and advance;<br>She waited and waited in vain,<br>but nobody asked her to dance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said Mother to me: "You'll agree<br>That any young girl who wears specs,<br>however so clever she be,<br>Is lacking in glamour of sex."<br>Said I: "There is one by the wall<br>Who doesn't seem having a chance.<br>She's ready to weep - Dash it all,<br>I'm going to ask her to dance."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I caught her just slipping away<br>So quietly no one would know;<br>But bravely she tried to seem gay,<br>Though her heart might be aching with woe.<br>Poor kid! She looked only sixteen,<br>And she gave me a half frightened glance<br>When I bowed as if she were a Queen,<br>And I begged: "May I please have this dance?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She gave me her card: what a bluff!<br>She'd written "Sir G." and "Sir G."<br>So I cut out that Galahad stuff,<br>And I scribbled "M.E" and "M.E.";<br>She looked so forlorn and so frail,<br>Submitting like one in a trance,<br>So I acted the conquering male,<br>And guided her into the dance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then lo! to my joy and surprise<br>Her waltzing I found was divine;<br>And she took those damn specs from her eyes,<br>And behold they were jewels a-shine;<br>No lipstick nor rouge she had on,<br>But no powder or paint could enhance<br>On her cheeks the twin roses shone<br>As I had with her dance after dance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then all of a sudden I knew<br>As we waltzed and reversed round the hall<br>That all eyes were watching us two,<br>And that she was the Belle of the Ball.<br>The fellows came buzzing like bees,<br>With swagger and posture and prance,<br>But her programme was full of "M.E."s,<br>So she couldn't afford them a dance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said mother: "You've been a nice boy,<br>But had a good time I suppose.<br>You've filled that poor kid's heart with joy,<br>From now she'll have plenty of beaus." . . .<br>So fellows, please listen to me:<br>Don't look at a wallflower askance;<br>If a girl sitting lonely you see,<br>Just bow, smile and beg for a dance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508946" data-title="Wallflower de Robert William Service" data-description="Till midnight her needle she plied To finish her pretty pink dress; "Oh, bless you, my darling," she sighed; "I hope you will be a success." As she entered the Oddfellow's Hall With the shy thrill of maiden romance She felt lik..."></div> </div> </div>
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