A Thing of Beauty
(To Old E. C., Donor.)
I care no dam for diamonds or rubies,
For ornaments in silver or in gold;
Such baubles are for babies or for boobies—
A dozen Kohinoors would leave me cold.
Jewels are something I would never bawl for;
To me they’re merely bits of colored rocks.
But one thing, Ed, I simply have to fall for—
A dozen virgin golf balls in a box.