A Solitary Soliloquy by a Disgusted Dandy.
I.
I snoozle or snore all the day,
I loll in my silk smoking suit,
Yet, I’m drowsy and tired as can be,
And feel like a regular brute;
Oh! Solitude! where are your calms
My head’s going round such a pace,
All limp are my legs and my arms
And I hardly dare look at my face.