CASUS BELLI.
(For a sensitive Scot.)
Tea-shop, how I loathe thee!
Our connection's o'er;
Henceforth I don't know thee
Any more.
'Tisn't that I did not
On thy pastry dote;
'Tisn't that it slid not
Down my throat;
'Tisn't that thy crumpets
Fell a trifle flat—
If I've got the hump it's
Not from that.
'Tisn't that the waitress
Tried to wink at me,
Or let fall a stray tress
In my tea;
'Tisn't that I tossed thee
Tenpence in the till
For a snack that cost thee
Almost nil....
Nay, 'twas this unnerved me—
Just a scŏne alone,
Which the lass who served me
Called a scōne.