Or reckless R.M.C. cadets?
What need for cigars to be pining
When smoking a briar or a clay;
In front of the fire I’m reclining,
And peacefully puffing away.
The Iceberg
We stood upon the deck and saw
Mid fog and mist the iceberg loom;
And while we gazed in wondering awe,
It vanished into mist and gloom.