THE VOICE AND THE PIQUE.
(Amended Edition, by the P— L—.)
THE Voice and the Pique!
It was once a beautiful Voice
From a girl with roseate cheek,
Who made my heart rejoice.
But the Voice—or the girl—ah, which?
Against me took a Pique,
Because I was not so rich
As she thought—and the voice grew a squeak.
Hast thou no voice, O Pique?
Thou hast, uncommonly shrill:
And I know that a Maiden meek
May grow to a wife with a will.
Ah, misery comes, and miscarriage,
To all who wear fleshly fetters;
She's made a Capital marriage—
I mourn in Capital Letters.
Punch, October 17, 1874.