Antonio

I like this poem simply because the sound of the sylables
 tickes me.

Antonio, Antonio
was tired of living alonio.
     He thought he would woo
     Miss Lissamy Lou
Miss Lissamy Lucy Malonio.


Antonio, Antonio
Rode off on his polo-ponio 
     He found the fair maid
     In a bowery shade
A-sitting and knitting alonio.


Antonio, Antonio
Said "If you will be my onio
     I'll love you true
     And I'll buy for you
An icery-creamery conio."


"O nonio, Antonio!
You're far too bleak and bonio!
     And all that I wish,
     You singular fish,
Is that you will quickly begonio."


Antonio, Antonio,
He uttered a dismal moanio,
     Then he ran off and hid
     (Or I'm  told that he did)
In the Antarctical Zonio.

by Laura E Richards
published in "Tirra Lirra" by Little, Brown and Company Boston 1932
Many of the poems in this book are of the same tone as "Antonio"

classification:  Humour