A WALL FLOWER SONNET.

SHE was charming, full of grace, A hostess, you could place In a higher sphere, than that in which she shone, "I've a partner you should meet, A girl, extremely sweet!" And for the dance she always put me on, But meetings of regret, Were maidens that I met, My hostess was a gay designing one, Her wallflowers were too plain, The waltz did give me pain, I took a B. and S. and I was gone! She played with me, too often put me on, My hostess was a gay designing one!