Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, May 7, 1892

The Project Gutenberg eBook, Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, May 7, 1892, by Various, Edited by F. C. Burnand

DEAR CHARLIE,—Spring's on us at last, and a proper old April we've 'ad,
Though the cold snap as copped us at Easter made 'oliday makers feel mad.
Rum cove that old Clerk o' the Weather; seems somehow to take a delight
In mucking Bank 'Oliday biz; seems as though it was out of sheer spite.
When we're fast with our nose to the grindstone, in orfice or fact'ry, or shop,
The sun bustiges forth a rare bat, till a feller feels fair on the 'op;
But when Easter or Whitsuntide's 'andy, and outings all round is in train,
It is forty to one on a blizzard, or regular buster of rain.
It's a orkud old universe, CHARLIE, most things go as crooked as Z.
Feelosophers may think it out, 'ARRY ain't got the 'eart, or the 'ead;