TO HER MOTHER.
Oh, you meddlesome old lady!
"Tête and Braidy"
Is a pun—
Not my own but how I've said that
Of your head that
Spoilt the fun!
And you had a splendid chance to
At that dance too.
How I shun
Plaited hair like yours, that popping
In, and stopping,
Spoilt the fun!
I, not being like you wealthy
Know the stealthy,
Sneaking dun;
Since my fortune is not grand, you
Snubbed me, and you
Spoilt the fun!
When your daughter fancied flirting—
Was that hurting
Anyone?—
And I helped her, she was not you.
No, Great Scott! you
Spoilt the fun!
Undisturbed upon the staircase,
Quite a rare case
Finding none
Others there, we sat so happy,
But you, snappy,
Spoilt the fun!
When I thought I had a greater
Chance to, later,
Be your son.
And she blushed and smiled so sweetly,
You completely
Spoilt the fun!
Lastly I, in some secluded
Spot, concluded
I had won,
Called her by her Christian name—and
Still you came and
Spoilt the fun!
The Latest Piece of News (at the Comedy).—The New Woman and "The Old Woman" are very much alike; especially The New Woman.