Green Bays. Verses and Parodies by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
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Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme Up and down the way to Iffley in an afternoon or so; (Which is slow). Do they blow? 'Tis the wind and nothing more, 'Tis the wind that in Vacation has a tendency to go: But the coach's objurgation and his tendency to 'score' Will be sated--nevermore. See the freshers in the street, The _elite_! Their apparel how unquestionably neat! How delighted at a distance, Inexpensively attired, I have wondered with persistence At their butterfly existence! How admired! And the payment--O, the payment! It is tardy for the raiment: Yet the haberdasher gloats as he sells, And he tells, 'This is best To be dress'd Rather better than the rest, To be noticeably drest, To be swells, To be swells, swells, swells, swells, Swells, swells, swells, To be simply and indisputably swells.' |
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