Merry-go-roundelays . c ^tf ^{f ^{£ ^k ^Ac How dare one use such rhymes? . . Oh, well,Walker says theyre allowable! 83 THE MIRAGE OF THE PURCHASE PRICE AyU^HEN I was very little I ^ Received each week or soA quarter from my dad to buyA ticket for a show. The quarter bought a gallery seat Away up near the beams,Whence I would gaze at the elite And wrap myself in dreams Of days when I, a grown-up lad, Should slap a dollar downAnd get the best seat to be had In all the merry town. After ten years of worldly strife Ive managed to fulfilMy dollar dream, but—such is life!— Im in the gallery still. T
Merry-go-roundelays . c ^tf ^{f ^{£ ^k ^Ac How dare one use such rhymes? . . Oh, well,Walker says theyre allowable! 83 THE MIRAGE OF THE PURCHASE PRICE AyU^HEN I was very little I ^ Received each week or soA quarter from my dad to buyA ticket for a show. The quarter bought a gallery seat Away up near the beams,Whence I would gaze at the elite And wrap myself in dreams Of days when I, a grown-up lad, Should slap a dollar downAnd get the best seat to be had In all the merry town. After ten years of worldly strife Ive managed to fulfilMy dollar dream, but—such is life!— Im in the gallery still. The Mirage of the Purchase Price And when Im able to shell out Four dollars for a chair,I havent got a single doubt Ill still be way up there. 85. A PIPE FOR MILADY English society women smoke pipes,—News Item. COME, Arabella, and fill the bowl I—The bowl of my pipe, old dear—And puff away the livelong dayLike the wife of a British peer! Oh, do not be an old-fashioned girl, Away with that cigarette!A pipe for you! And youll smoke it too! Ill make you a lady yet! That pipe of mine has an odor, dear. As doubtless you have Ill make you a present of one thatis pleasantWhen your birthday rolls A Pipe for Milady Do you wish a stem that is straight orcurved? Shall it be a meerschaum, pray*?Or do you desire a little French briar, Or one that is made of clay? Oh, a perfectly stunning tobacco pouchYou shall knit for yourself, my own, With trimmings of blue and of scarlet tooThat I promise will give you tone. And well go to smokers, my pretty one, And fill the air with a puff together in fair and foul weather The rest of our mortal days! 87 THE SOUR CYNIC TO HIS LOVE A LTHOUGH youre pretty as can be,** I
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