Adieu

Adieu
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Goodby, dainty peekaboo!
Guess it’s twenty-three for you
Yet, this much I will avow,
Speaking boldly, here and now,
You have played a happy role,
Giving pleasure, as a whole,
Both tomaids who wore you and
Many men throughout the land,
Poets, too, have sung to you
Ventilated peekaboo,
Paragraphers had their say,
Waxing pertinent and gay,
Pouting preachers, here and there,
Spoke harsh words as if you care!
You were talked, both up and down,
Winning fame and great renown
You were honored by the bugs,
You were proved a golden theme,
Half a garment, half a dream,
Waking envy in the mind
Of us wilting human kind,
Wreaking havoc in men’s hearts,
Who observed by fits and starts,
Stirring up a deal of bliss
That a fellow couldn’t miss
Yet, the season’s changed, and so
Now it’s time for you to go,
On your way, but promise to
Come again, sweet peekaboo,
-Birmingham Age-Herald