Poetry Friday -- How can I call you beautiful?

How can I call you beautiful? In anybar you entered you would turn no headsbut mine -- you are no ikon for the manyto carry off and kneel to in their beds.Nor do I think: "But dress him properly,find him a better barber -- yes, and please,shave off that awful mustache!" No. To meyou're fine in tennis shoes and dungarees.Oh, if I wanted Class (Class only inthe vulgar sense), I know the