Abelard And Heloise

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Title:     Abelard And Heloise
Author: Franklin P. Adams [More Titles by Adams]

["There are so many things I want to talk to you about." Abelard probably said to Heloise, "but how can I when I can only think about kissing you?"--KATHARINE LANE in the Evening Mail.]

Said Abelard to Heloise:
"Your tresses blowing in the breeze
Enchant my soul; your cheek allures;
I never knew such lips as yours."

Said Heloise to Abelard:
"I know that it is cruel, hard,
To make you fold your yearning arms
And think of things besides my charms."

Said Abelard to Heloise:
"Pray let's discuss the Portuguese;
Their status in the League of Nations.
... Come, slip me seven osculations."

"The Fourteen Points," said Heloise,
"Are pure Woodrovian fallacies."
Said Abelard: "Ten times fourteen
The points you have, O beaucoup queen!"

"Lay off," said Heloise, "all that stuff.
I've heard the same old thing enough."
"But," answered Abelard, "your lips
Put all my thoughts into eclipse."

"O Abelard," said Heloise,
"Don't take so many liberties."
"O Heloise," said Abelard,
"I do it but to show regard."

And Heloise told her chum that night
That Abelard was Awful Bright;
And--thus is drawn the cosmic plan--
She loved an Intellectual Man.

[The end]
Franklin P. Adams's poem: Abelard And Heloise

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