The Vagabond and Other Poems from Punch by R. C. Lehmann
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My little dusky Pekinese.
THE BATH Hang garlands on the bathroom door; Let all the passages be spruce; For, lo, the victim comes once more, And, ah, he struggles like the deuce! Bring soaps of many scented sorts; Let girls in pinafores attend, With John, their brother, in his shorts, To wash their dusky little friend. Their little friend, the dusky dog, Short-legged and very obstinate, Faced like a much-offended frog, And fighting hard against his fate. No Briton he! From palace-born Chinese patricians he descends; He keeps their high ancestral scorn; His spirit breaks, but never bends. Our water-ways he fain would'scape; He hates the customary bath That thins his tail and spoils his shape, And turns him to a fur-clad lath; |
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