"O MEN of dark and dismal fate,"
A prey to typographic terrors,
OH light as the foam on the Plover,
That mottles that magical stream;
An honest man what loves his trade
Deserves me honest grip;
The deep sea Gudge what lives on the sandy bottom,
(Is the fish o' the sea afeard o' we or us'ns afeard o' they?)
I First Round
Prune extract and bright alcohol, so wooden
When I was young and full o' pride,
A-standin' on the grass
"I hates to think of dyin'," says the skipper to the mate;
"Starvation, shipwrecks, heart disease, I loathe to contemplate.
Far, oh, far is the Mango island,
Far, oh, far is the tropical sea —
Virtue its own reward? Alas!
And what a poor one as a rule!
Baby in the cauldron fell, --
See the grief on Mother's brow;
Oh the Sauntering Sue fell into the squalls
A-blowing from Portsmouth town;
(In the manner of Ezra Pound)
You came down the field like a shaft from a bow;
The vision remains with me yet.
I ain't afeard o' the Admiral.
Though a common old tar I be,
(Lines written after viewing Mr Arthur Dove's
exposition of the "Simultaneousness of the Ambient")
'Twas off the Eastern Filligrees —
Wizzle the pipes o'ertop! —
Old Capting Pink of the Peppermint,
Though kindly at heart and good,
Let me down easy, reader, say!
Don't run the bluff that you are on,
Napoleon was a little guy:
They used to call him Shorty.
If your friendship to take I must take too your clack,
That friendship, methinks, I could almost give back;
"Mamma, what noises do I hear?
They keep me wide awake."
My lute set aside
on the little table
Father heard his Children scream,
So he threw them in the stream,
(Advice to the Young)
My children, you should imitate
I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes,
For that's where my intellect shows.
Unscrupulous pigmongers will
Attempt to wheedle and to coax
Look at itsy-bitsy Mitzi!
See her figure slim and ritzy!
"What meks tha sit so quate, to-neet? Come, hesta nowt to say?
Tha coom i' th' heawse an' never spooak o t' time tha geet thi
Prologue
Did some one ask if I am on the job?
Are you struck with her figure and face?
How lucky you happened to meet
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