Advising Chloe

Why shun me, my Chloe? Nor pistol nor bowie
Is mine with intention to kill.
And yet like a llama you run to your mamma;
You tremble as though you were ill.
No lion to rend you, no tiger to end you,
I'm tame as a bird in a cage.
That counsel maternal can run for The Journal--
You get me, I guess.... You're of age.

Genre(s): 
Humor
Engagement
Author: 
Franklin P. Adams (1881-1960)