Elizabeth and Patrick

Poet Patrick always thirsts for Mondays at the Bowdoin Bar,

Counts the hours till he once more can see his brightly-shining star:

Fair Elizabeth, hard-working, mixing cocktails with a smile --

How her wit is scintillating! how her face and voice beguile!


Poet Patrick, bleary, beery, calls Elizabeth his queen:

"O most kind and noble spirit! Lo, thy countenance serene!"

"Have another Narragansett," says Elizabeth to him.

"I adore you!" cries the poet. She: "Your vision's getting dim."


"Sweet Elizabeth, goddess, idol, magic moonlight, sparkling wine,

You're the loveliest soul I've seen since Laura back in '89!"

"Patrick, you’re a silly fellow; spare me that romantic stuff."

"Dear Elizabeth, archangel! --" "Stop! I think you've had enough."

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Written on 2017-11-04 at 13:55

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well observed. I've seen this one-act a hundred times, starred in it more often than I'd care to say.