MY FANCY

by: Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)

      PAINTED her a gushing thing,
      With years perhaps a score;
      A little thought to find they were
      At least a dozen more;
      My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
      A curly, auburn head;
      I came to find the blue a green
      The auburn turned to red.
       
      She boxed my ears this morning--
      They tingled very much;
      I own that I could wish her
      A somewhat lighter touch;
      And if you were to ask me how
      Her charms might be improved,
      I would not have them added to,
      But just a few removed!
       
      She has the bear's ethereal grace,
      The bland hyena's laugh,
      The footstep of the elephant,
      The neck of the giraffe.
      I love her still, believe me,
      Though my heart its passion hides;
      "She is all my fancy painted her,"
      But, oh, how much besides!

"My Fancy" is reprinted from The Hunting of the Snark and Other Poems and Verses. Lewis Carroll. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

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