Bother begins!
Bother, that bugbear of bufferish Middle-Age!
Swift "scurry-funging" may do for the young,
The "hey-diddle-diddle, the Cat-and-the-fiddle" age.
"Over the moon" I myself once had sprung,
Thirty years syne, in sheer fervour athletical—
Now, like the dog, I would laugh, and look on.
Once, with sheer "drive," I'd a sense sympathetical—
Now I have none!
Holiday? Term, Sir, is simply a synonym