To My Fairer Brethren
Though I score you with my best,
Treble circumstance
Must confirm the verdict, lest
It be laid to chance.
Insufficient that I match you
Every coin you flip;
Your demand is that I catch you
Squarely on the hip.
Should I wear my wreaths a bit
Rakishly and proud,
I have bought my right to it;
Let it be allowed.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain.
Date Published
01/01/1925