XIV.

This morning when we come to work I got

Jammed in the elevator back of you, and there

They made you stick your elbow in me where

The mince pie lands; the lunch that I had brought

Was all smashed flat, but still I did n't care;

You leaned against me, for you could n't stand

Because the ones in front were crowdin’, and

My nose was pressed deep into your back hair.

I wish we'd had to go ten times as high,

Or else that we'd be shootin’ upward yet,

And never stop no more until we'd get

Away above the clouds and in the sky,

And you'd lean back forevermore and let

Your hairpins always jab me in the eye.