There was a girl in our town
Who dearly loved to flirt,
But the home folks never noticed it at all.
The women in the neighborhood
All said she was too pert,
But she never even noticed them at all.
One night a young man came to call
Who was considered slow,
But when he got alone with her,
He turned the lights down low.
He begged her for a little kiss,
She softly murmured "No,"
But you couldn't hardly notice it at all.
You Couldn't Hardly Notice It At All.
Edwin C. Ranck
Suggested Poems
Explore a curated selection of verses that share themes, styles, and emotional resonance with the poem you've just read.