On the Decline of Gentility Among the Young
(SUGGESTED BY MR. MAX BEERBOHM)
O youth uncouth, who slouchest by,
Along the crowded public street,
An eyeglass in thy languid eye,
Brown boots upon thy feet,
A loose umbrella in thy grip,
A toothpick pendent from thy lip.
Much I deplore thy clumsy gait,
Thy drab sartorial display,
So wholly inappropriate