The Sunny Side by A. A. (Alan Alexander) Milne
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Duncan fashioned my wrist-work, laddie,
Taylor taught me to twist my knees; I've a beautiful swing that I learnt from Vardon (I practise it sometimes down the garden-- "My fault! Sorry! I _beg_ your pardon!")-- Caddie, my driver, please. Only ten little days, in which to do So much! e.g., the twelfth: ah, it was there The Secretary met his Waterloo, But perished gamely, playing twenty-two; His clubs _(ten little days_!) lie bleaching where Sea-poppies blow _(ten days_) and wheeling sea-birds mew.... Caddie, give me my driver, caddie, Let us away with thoughts like these; A week and a half is a lifetime, laddie, The day that's here is the day to seize; _Carpe diem_--yes, that's the motto, "Work be jiggered!" and likewise "What ho!" I'M NOT GOING BACK TILL I'VE JOLLY WELL GOT TO! Caddie, my driver, please. THE ENCHANTED CASTLE There are warm days in London when even a window-box fails to charm, and one longs for the more open spaces of the country. Besides, one wants to |
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