Pink Dominoes

Jenny and Me were engaged, you see,
On the eve of the Fancy Ball; 
So a kiss or two was nothing to you 
Or any one else at all.

Jenny would go in a domino -
Pretty and pink but warm;
While I attended, clad in a splendid
Austrian uniform. 

Now we had arranged, through notes exchanged
Early that afternoon, 
At Number Four to waltz no more, 
But to sit in the dark and spoon.

[I want you to see that Jenny and Me
Had barely exchanged our troth;
So a kiss or two was strictly due
By, from, and between us both.]

When Three was over, an eager lover,
I fled to the gloom outside;
And a Domino came out also
Whom I took for my future bride.

That is to say, in a casual way,
I slipped my arm around her;
With a kiss or two (which is nothing to you),
And ready to kiss I found her.

She turned her head and the name she said
Was certainly not my own;
But ere I could speak, with a smothered shriek
She fled and left me alone.

Then Jenny came, and I saw with shame
She'd doffed her domino;
And I had embraced an alien waist
But I did not tell her so.

Next morn I knew that there were two
Dominoes pink, and one
Had cloaked the spouse of Sir Julian Vouse,
Our big Political gun.

Sir J. was old, and her hair was gold,
And her eye was a blue cerulean;
And the name she said when she turned her head
Was not in the least like "Julian".

Now wasn't it nice, when want of pice
Forbade us twain to marry,
That old Sir J., in the kindest way, 
Made me his Secretarry ?