143. BLUE ROOM 1926 |
WELL HAVE A BLUE ROOM,
A NEW ROOM, FOR TWO ROOM,
WHERE EVERY DAY’S A HOLIDAY
BECAUSE YOU’RE MARRIED TO ME.
NOT LIKE A BALL ROOM,
A SMALL ROOM, A HALL ROOM,
WHERE I CAN SMOKE MY PIPE AWAY
WITH YOUR WEE HEAD UPON MY KNEE.
WE WILL THRIVE ON, KEEP ALIVE ON,
JUST NOTHING BUT KISSES,
WITH “MISTER” AND “MISSUS”
ON LITTLE BLUE CHAIRS.
YOU SEW YOUR TROUSSEAU,
AND ROBINSON CRUSOE,
IS NOT SO FAR FROM WORLDLY CARES
AS OUR BLUE ROOM FAR AWAY UPSTAIRS.
