Eyes went right to her sweater,

Her bosom couldn’t look better…

A brief heart stab

But he didn’t blab,

Returning greetings to the letter!

Her smile was just the same,

Her seated observer she named…

He greeted her

As an Officer,

Playing his part of the game.

I don’t think she minded his viewing,

As long as there was no construing…

Of emotional claim

Or voicing of same,

Be careful in all he was doing!

–Jonathan Caswell

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