Careless of Town and all in it,
With some one to soothe and to still you;
I shall go mad in a minute,
Bluebottle, then I shall kill you!
With some one to soothe and to still you,
As only one's feminine kin do,—
Bluebottle, then I shall kill you:
There now! I've broken the window!
As only one's feminine kin do,—
Some muslin-clad Mabel or May!—
There now! I've broken the window!
Bluebottle's off and away!
Some muslin-clad Mabel or May,
To dash one with eau de Cologne;—
Bluebottle's off and away,
And why should I stay here alone?
To dash one with eau de Cologne,
All over one's eminent forehead;
And why should I stay here alone?
Toiling in Town now is "horrid."
Austin Dobson.
MONOLOGUE D'OUTRE TOMBE.
(Pantoum.)
Morn and noon and night,
Here I lie in the ground;
No faintest glimmer of light,
No lightest whisper of sound.