Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

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.'

1. The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
2. The March of the Dead
3. “Fighting Mac”
4. Eighty Not Out
5. Wrestling Match

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