The Bottle Poem

No, lady, no! Keep your grin and go; Flowery, big-body tall, Fleshy cheeks or hairy-fall. Thank you! But the divine days The merry moments and the ways And the memories unfo’gettable Her love with me, imperishable. Between the spring and the summer A dreamy day to the pasture We, alone, talked in the shade As near the bushes were laid I praised her, a little frank And, of the bottle we drank She poured water on my face And, dodging as I ran, we had a race. (the poem appears as a Bottle, when printed on paper with font Central)