Here you will find the Poem A Bunch Of Triolets of poet Robert Fuller Murray
You like the trifling triolet: Well, here are three or four. Unless your likings I forget, You like the trifling triolet. Against my conscience I abet A taste which I deplore; You like the trifling triolet: Well, here are three or four. Have you ever met with a pretty girl Walking along the street, With a nice new dress and her hair in curl? Have you ever met with a pretty girl, When her hat blew off and the wind with a whirl Wafted it right to your feet? Have you ever met with a pretty girl Walking along the street? I ran into a lady's arms, Turning a corner yesterday. To my confusion, her alarms, I ran into a lady's arms. So close a vision of her charms Left me without a word to say. I ran into a lady's arms, Turning a corner yesterday. How many maids you love, How many maids love you! Your conscious blushes prove How many maids you love. Each trusts you like a dove, But would she, if she knew How many maids you love, How many maids love you?
