Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, February 5, 1919 by Various
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Does, to be frank, alarm me very much.
Come not, I pray you, to my casual home (Where moulting cats usurp the best arm-chair) With the harsh practices of Ancient Rome, The brow severe, the you-be-careful air Which (on the film) all legionaries wear; My dream is just a regulated ease; Rules, if you like, but not too stringent, please. Come not with rude awakenings, nor request That I at stated hours must rise and feed; I like my morning slumber much the best And hate a life by drastic laws decreed (I'm not a Persian born, nor yet a Mede); No, but with step demure and tactful come, And if soft music greet you, oh, be dumb! In careless comfort let my days be spent! And, maiden, mutual happiness shall reign; The crash of crockery I'll not lament Nor (when I fain would sing) will I complain Though you should raise the far from dulcet strain; But with a sweet content I'll bless the day My legionary came, and came to stay. * * * * * "LOST, large retriever dog, flat-coated; when pleased or expectant he grins, showing all his teeth; information leading |
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