Tobogganing on Parnassus by Franklin P. Adams
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page 33 of 108 (30%)
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Until--it was bound to occur--
She ran away with a porter one day-- But we learned about servants from her. We've taken our cooks where we've found them, Yellow and black and white; Some was better than others, But none of the lot was right. And the end of it's only worry And trouble and bother and fuss-- When you answer an ad., think of those we have had And learn about servants from us. Our Dum'd Animals What time I seek my virtuous couch to steal Some surcease from the labours of the day, Ere silence like a poultice comes to heal-- In short, when I prepare to hit the hay; Ere slumber's chains (I quote from Moore) have bound me, I hear a lot of noises all around me. Time was when falling off the well-known log Were harder far than falling off to sleep; But that was ere my neighbour's gentle dog Began to think he was defending sheep. From twelve to two his barking and his howling |
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