Poem by Rudyard Kipling

The Waster

                      1930

From the date that the doors of his prep-school close
   On the lonely little son
He is taught by precept, insult, and blows
   The Things that Are Never Done.
Year after year, without favour or fear,
   From seven to twenty-two,
His keepers insist he shall learn the list
   Of the things no fellow can do.
(They are not so strict with the average Pict
   And it isn’t set to, etc.)

For this and not for the profit it brings
   Or the good of his fellow-kind
He is and suffers unspeakable things
   In body and soul and mind.
But the net result of that Primitive Cult,
   Whatever else may be won,
Is definite knowledge ere leaving College,
   Of the Things that Are Never Done.
(An interdict which is strange to the Pict
   And was never revealed to, etc.)

Slack by training and slow by birth,
   Only quick to despise,
Largely assessing his neighbour’s worth
   By the hue of his socks or ties,
A loafer-in-grain, his foes maintain,
   And how shall we combat their view
When, atop of his natural sloth, he holds
   There are Things no Fellow can do?
(Which is why he is licked from the first by the Pict
   And left at the post by, etc.)

1. The First Chantey
2. The Cursing of Stephen
3. The Jester
4. Anchor Song
5. The Covenant

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