Castle of dream . 47 No room to swing dumb-bell or clubUnless against neighbors I tactics all winterAre spoiled by a splinterAgainst which my toe I must stub. Theres no room to run there at all,For as soon as I start,—theres a wall! And the bad ventilation Causes much tribulationIn case of a fancy-dress The stage is so very minute,(This argument you cant refute), That the edge is so near. Actors oft disappear,Which would even annoy the astute. And as for the plays audience,— This point would pierce even the dense,— The doors, only two. In a fire would not the frenzie
Castle of dream . 47 No room to swing dumb-bell or clubUnless against neighbors I tactics all winterAre spoiled by a splinterAgainst which my toe I must stub. Theres no room to run there at all,For as soon as I start,—theres a wall! And the bad ventilation Causes much tribulationIn case of a fancy-dress The stage is so very minute,(This argument you cant refute), That the edge is so near. Actors oft disappear,Which would even annoy the astute. And as for the plays audience,— This point would pierce even the dense,— The doors, only two. In a fire would not the frenzied crowds always immense. A RED gym amongst buildings gray!With great consternation you say. Yes, that is just it. This gyms a misfit,So we want a new one right away. 48 (Apologies to W. Shakespeare.) When lectures cease in Taylor Hall, And each scholastic maiden crams—When unknown facts her mind appall,Forsooth, Im speaking of Exams. With gritted teeth and brand-new pen She scribbleth for some hours, and then,- My wits!Boo-hoo! a dismal note,I didnt knozv a thing I wrote. When all around her friends we see Who would appease her doleful wailWith pans of fudge and cups of her she cannot fail, She only moans in anguish keen, You do not know thro what Ive been! My wits!BoQ-hoo, a dismal note—I wond
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