Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, May 2, 1891 by Various
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"I JUST LET MY FOOT OUT ON THE STIRRUP, AND THIS BEAST OF A PONY'S
TROD ON MY TOE!"] * * * * * HYMEN AND CUPID. (_FIN-DE-SIÈCLE VERSION, SOME WAY AFTER MOORE._) HYMEN, late, his love-knots selling, Called at many a maiden's dwelling; But he found too well they knew him; None were prompter to pooh-pooh him. "Who'll buy my love-knots? Who'll buy my love-knots?" Soon as that old cry resounded. How his baskets were surrounded! Maidens mocked, with laughter dying, Those fool-knots of HYMEN's tying; Dames, who once with him had sided, Openly his wares derided. "Who'll buy my love-knots? Who'll buy my love-knots?" All at that old cry came flocking, Mocking in a style quite shocking. "Here are knots," said HYMEN, taking Some loose nooses of Law's making. "Pooh!" the nymphs cried. "Who can trust 'em? |
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