The Savoy . n is out. Her gold hair fell down to her feetAnd hung about her pretty eyes ;She was as lyrical and sweetAs one of Schuberts melodies. Three times the barber curled a lock,And thrice he straightened it again ;And twice the irons scorched her frock,And twice he stumbled in her train. His fingers lost their cunning quite,His ivory combs obeyed no more ;Something or other dimmed his sight,And moved mysteriously the floor. He leant upon the toilet table,His fingers fumbled in his breast;He felt as foolish as a fable,And feeble as a pointless jest. THE BALLAD OF A BARBER 93 He snatched
The Savoy . n is out. Her gold hair fell down to her feetAnd hung about her pretty eyes ;She was as lyrical and sweetAs one of Schuberts melodies. Three times the barber curled a lock,And thrice he straightened it again ;And twice the irons scorched her frock,And twice he stumbled in her train. His fingers lost their cunning quite,His ivory combs obeyed no more ;Something or other dimmed his sight,And moved mysteriously the floor. He leant upon the toilet table,His fingers fumbled in his breast;He felt as foolish as a fable,And feeble as a pointless jest. THE BALLAD OF A BARBER 93 He snatched a bottle of Cologne, And broke the neck between his hands ; lie felt as if he was alone, And mighty as a kings commands. The Princess gave a little scream,Carrousels cut was sharp and deep ;He left her softly as a dreamThat leaves a sleeper to his sleep. He left the room on pointed feet;Smiling that things had gone so hanged him in Meridian pray in vain for Carrousel. Aubrey AB THE SIMPLIFICATION OF LIFE
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