CONTINUED IN THE ADSA DIRGE INSPIRED BY A REGRETTABLE TENDENCY IN THE PERIODICALS OF OUR DAYBY SARAH REDINGTON(With the usual apologies to Swinburne)
A DIRGE INSPIRED BY A REGRETTABLE TENDENCY IN THE PERIODICALS OF OUR DAY
BY SARAH REDINGTON
(With the usual apologies to Swinburne)
IFI wrote sonnets soulfulAnd you wrote ads for beans,And I got in your section’Twould cause me deep dejection.(My Muse would be so dolefulIn such unwonted scenes.)If I wrote sonnets soulful,And you wrote ads for beans.If you had sung the praisesOf soap or safety-pin,And found some high-brow lyricBeside your panegyric,You’d be as mad as blazesTo see bards butting in.If you had sung the praisesOf soap or safety-pin.When, on page eight, perusing“The Baby and the Cop,”Its dénouement I’m biddenTo seek, ’mid ads half hidden,I find it hanged confusingAnd let the Baby drop.When, on page eight perusing“The Baby and the Cop.”When one is just decidingTo buy a fountain-pen,And in the ads one’s seekingFor “Notablot Non-Leaking,”Whowants to be collidingWith “Wives of Famous Men”?When one is just decidingTo buy a fountain-pen.Oh, magazines suggestingA boarding-house ragout,Whymix your tales and balladsWith ads of soups and salads?It’s hard enough digestingThe awful stuff we do.Oh, magazines suggestingA boarding-house ragout.
IFI wrote sonnets soulfulAnd you wrote ads for beans,And I got in your section’Twould cause me deep dejection.(My Muse would be so dolefulIn such unwonted scenes.)If I wrote sonnets soulful,And you wrote ads for beans.If you had sung the praisesOf soap or safety-pin,And found some high-brow lyricBeside your panegyric,You’d be as mad as blazesTo see bards butting in.If you had sung the praisesOf soap or safety-pin.When, on page eight, perusing“The Baby and the Cop,”Its dénouement I’m biddenTo seek, ’mid ads half hidden,I find it hanged confusingAnd let the Baby drop.When, on page eight perusing“The Baby and the Cop.”When one is just decidingTo buy a fountain-pen,And in the ads one’s seekingFor “Notablot Non-Leaking,”Whowants to be collidingWith “Wives of Famous Men”?When one is just decidingTo buy a fountain-pen.Oh, magazines suggestingA boarding-house ragout,Whymix your tales and balladsWith ads of soups and salads?It’s hard enough digestingThe awful stuff we do.Oh, magazines suggestingA boarding-house ragout.
IFI wrote sonnets soulfulAnd you wrote ads for beans,And I got in your section’Twould cause me deep dejection.(My Muse would be so dolefulIn such unwonted scenes.)If I wrote sonnets soulful,And you wrote ads for beans.
IFI wrote sonnets soulful
And you wrote ads for beans,
And I got in your section
’Twould cause me deep dejection.
(My Muse would be so doleful
In such unwonted scenes.)
If I wrote sonnets soulful,
And you wrote ads for beans.
If you had sung the praisesOf soap or safety-pin,And found some high-brow lyricBeside your panegyric,You’d be as mad as blazesTo see bards butting in.If you had sung the praisesOf soap or safety-pin.
If you had sung the praises
Of soap or safety-pin,
And found some high-brow lyric
Beside your panegyric,
You’d be as mad as blazes
To see bards butting in.
If you had sung the praises
Of soap or safety-pin.
When, on page eight, perusing“The Baby and the Cop,”Its dénouement I’m biddenTo seek, ’mid ads half hidden,I find it hanged confusingAnd let the Baby drop.When, on page eight perusing“The Baby and the Cop.”
When, on page eight, perusing
“The Baby and the Cop,”
Its dénouement I’m bidden
To seek, ’mid ads half hidden,
I find it hanged confusing
And let the Baby drop.
When, on page eight perusing
“The Baby and the Cop.”
When one is just decidingTo buy a fountain-pen,And in the ads one’s seekingFor “Notablot Non-Leaking,”Whowants to be collidingWith “Wives of Famous Men”?When one is just decidingTo buy a fountain-pen.
When one is just deciding
To buy a fountain-pen,
And in the ads one’s seeking
For “Notablot Non-Leaking,”
Whowants to be colliding
With “Wives of Famous Men”?
When one is just deciding
To buy a fountain-pen.
Oh, magazines suggestingA boarding-house ragout,Whymix your tales and balladsWith ads of soups and salads?It’s hard enough digestingThe awful stuff we do.Oh, magazines suggestingA boarding-house ragout.
Oh, magazines suggesting
A boarding-house ragout,
Whymix your tales and ballads
With ads of soups and salads?
It’s hard enough digesting
The awful stuff we do.
Oh, magazines suggesting
A boarding-house ragout.