Horatius at Bridge

Horace

BLEST were the days ere my Lydia grew
Peevish, rebellious, disparaging, spiteful;
North to my South, she was trusting and true;
Bridge was delightful.

Lydia

That was ere Chloe, blandiloquent dame,
Buttered up Horace and moved him to flout me;
Loudly he praised and applauded my game,
Boasted about me.

Horace

Chloe, sweet girl, is a partner I prize —
Teachable, clever, attuned to psychology;
While the devotion I read in her eyes
Needs no apology.

Lydia

Though you estranged me with arrogant jest,
Called me a partner of feeble mentality.
Young Mr. Ornytus hails me as best From this locality.

Horace

Chloe may gently cajole me to stay,
East to her West, with a hope to be rydia;
What if I vow that hereafter I’ll play
Only with Lydia?

Lydia

Then my fond youth may commend me in vain,
Though he excel you in charm and sagacity!
Let me be North, and with Horace remain In that capacity!
CORINNE ROCKWELL SWAIN