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Poem by Robert William Service


Willie


'Why did the lady in the lift
Slap that poor parson's face?'
Said Mother, thinking as she sniffed,
Of clerical disgrace.

Said Sonny Boy: 'Alas, I know.
My conscience doth accuse me;
The lady stood upon my toe,
Yet did not say--"Excuse me!"

'She hurt--and in that crowd confined
I scarcely could endure it;
So when I pinched her fat behind
She thought--it was the Curate.'



Robert William Service


Robert William Service's other poems:
  1. Victory Stuff
  2. Divine Detachment
  3. Toledo
  4. The Squaw Man
  5. Shiela


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