A SONG OF SPRING. OH, painters, you who always 66 come Before the swallow dares, and take The streets in such a shocking state, you Silk hat, and coat of decent black, Your paint may tumble on my back, A Painted Lady could not please How dream of violets in bloom, I'm mad and hot-quite crimson madderWith dodging each successive ladder. TO A BANTLING. (Lines written to a Lady who "Banted.") SOME rhymes to make you laugh? I can't Drop, Wegg-like, into rhyme instanter. It's easiness itself to bant, Comparatively hard to banter. The many pretty things I'd say, The pleasant thoughts I'd like to utter, I may not do, it seems to-day You scorn the bare idea of butter! "Sweets to the sweet." Not long ago, Why chocolates-you'd gladly greet them. Now you've abandoned them, and so You never (hardly ever) eat them. To see you drink hot water-that The very stoniest heart would soften, You evidently think it flat, You're in it-aren't you-much too often? Yet whether 9st. 12, as when You weighed that day at Margate Station, Or 10st. 7, or 7st. 10, I can't pretend to indignation. To bant from early morn till late May be, of course, supremely right of you; But if you feel oppressed by weight, Would it not do if we made light of you? Though that I swear I will not do, Let others, if they like, make bold to I merely write these rhymes for you, But if you cease to peak and pine (For Time the Banting Conscience hardens), You will not fail to drop a line My chambers are in Temple Gardens. SEXOMANIA. By an Angry Old Buffer. "WHEN ADAM delved and EVE span," No one need ask which was the man. Bicycling, footballing, scarce human, All wonder now "Which is the woman?" But a new fear my bosom vexes; To-morrow there may be no sexes! Unless, as end to all the pother, Each one in fact becomes the other. E'en then perhaps they'll start amain A-trying to change back again! Woman was woman, man was man, When ADAM delved and EVE span. Now he can't dig and she won't spin, Unless 'tis tales all slang and sin? "WHAT IS IT, NURSE?" DOMESTIC TROUBLES. OSTRICH FEATHERS. ["The magnificent ostrich at the Zoological Gardens, presented by the QUEEN, has recently died from lung-disease."-Daily Paper.] My eyes are wet with dewy tears, From something that I've read, Oh! ostrich, I have often thought CARMENCITA. (An Impression.) "O EAST is east, and west is west And never the twain shall meet." And the dance of Spain is one of the twain To the English Man in the Street. We love the trick of the lofty kick Of the nymph who has leapt at a muslin hoop A plain, blunt girl in the stormy swirl Tho' she cannot dance, if she spin and prance, For heel and toe our hearts can glow And a poem of motion wells forth in the notion But the dancer's art, of her life a part, With a tale to tell, like the music's swell, That goes not down in London town And dancers still must charm with frill, As the jungle king with his wrathful spring, So is east to west, with its sun-born zest, T REFLECTIONS OF A STATESMAN. •ts 7am Ist Saturday.-Things looking queer. Leamington in a ferment, Tories denouncing me. Like their impudence. Must order ARTHUR BALFOUR to stop this nonsense, and bring rebels to reason. I shall want Hythe thrown into the bargain. BALFOUR must write more letters. If our little lot are to get nothing out of all this, what's the use of having sacrificed principles and COURTNEY? Obviously none. JESSE COLLINGS quite agrees. Says the Tories will repent, when it is too late, of having refused to submit to the greatest, wisest, most generous and noblest statesman of this or any other age, past or future. Wonderful amount of sense in JESSE. Shall make him Governor-General of India, or First Lord of Admiralty. Monday. Have seen BALFOUR. Says he can do nothing at Lea 64 mington. Wanted me to withdraw Liberal Unionist candidate. ME! The mere notion ridiculous. Told him so. Also asked him how about Compact. He said Compact be " At this moment GOSCHEN came in, and interrupted. BALFOUR said missing word was "observed." GoSCHEN full of sympathy, but said he could do nothing. Shall not allow him to be Chancellor of Exchequer again. Shall be Chancellor of Exchequer myself. Letter in Times from GEOFFREY DRAGE, saying kind things about me. Rather patronising, but well meant. Shall make DRAGE Home Secretary. Tuesday.-Letter in Times from Lord TEYNHAM attacking me on account of vote on Welsh Disestablishment. Even a fool of a lord might know a man can't wriggle out of everything, and can't please everybody. Have written to SALISBURY ordering him to throw TEYNHAM into the Tower as soon as Unionist Government in power. If he refuses, shall accept Premiership myself and execute TEYNHAM on Tower Hill. Leamington still raging. If this goes on shall march at head of Birmingham Fencibles and rase Leamington to the ground -all except three houses said to belong to Liberal Unionists. That'll teach them to oppose me. Wednesday.-Letter in Times from BYRON REED. Says I'm not so bad as thev want to make me out. Nice sensible fellow BYRON. Shall make him Minister of Agriculture. Have sent ultimatums to SALISBURY, BALFOUR, AKERS-DOUGLAS, MICHAEL HICKS-BEACH, and CHAPLIN, ordering them to retire from public life. Shall run the show on entirely different lines with AUSTEN and JESSE to help me. Have heard from editor of New Review, who refuses to disclose name of author, of an attack on me. Have sent HENRY JAMES to editor with new patent rack and thumbscrews. But there, my name's easy. Never could bear malice. Always forgive everybody. Notes from SALISBURY, BALFOUR & Co. They refuse to retire. HENRY JAMES returns. Editor broke rack and threw thumbscrews out of window. A very rude man, HENRY JAMES says. GULLY elected Speaker. I'm off to Birmingham. ... Later.-Letter from HART DYKE in the Times. A good fellow. HART DYKE. But why, in the name of screw-nails, should they all presume to patronise me? Letter in Standard from STANLEY BOULTER. Must stop that kind of nonsense. Leading article in Standard. Usual futilities: "We fully recognise loyal services, but on the present occasion," &c. Shall refuse peerage and retire to Central Australia with JESSE to found a Me-colony. Sick of the whole show. Taboow it Tren't was a full QUEER QUERY.-ANY ADVANCE P-I see that at the Shop Assistants' Conference at Cardiff it was said that what shop-workers ought to go in for was a "Forward Policy." Surely this must be a mistake? If there is one thing that everybody objects to, it is forward young men and women behind the counter. One often hears the shop-walker say, "Will you come forward, Miss JONES, and serve this lady!" And perhaps that was what the Cardiff people were thinking of. Can this be the true explanation? I sincerely hope so; I don't want a forward 99 young person, a sort of "independent labour party," slamming down goods for me to inspect!-ALARMED. 66 |