A Rhyming Reverie.
Reading edition
It was a dainty lady's glove; A souvenir to rhyme with love. It was the memory of a kiss, So called to make it rhyme with bliss. There was a month at Mt. Desert, Synonymous and rhymes with flirt. A pretty girl and lots of style, Which rhymes with happy for a while. There came a rival old and bold, To make him rhyme with gold and sold. A broken heart there had to be. Alas, the rhyme just fitted me.