THE SPOONERS.

Auckland Star, Volume XXXIX, Issue 300, 16 December 1908, Page 6

THE SPOONERS.

Together we sat in a tete-a-tete, The prettiest girl and I. The light was out and the hour was late, For time, you know, will fly! By Jove, How rapidly time will fly! Together we sat in the welcome gloom Alone, unheard, unseen, Though her mother was in the other room With a thin portiere between. I knew that her mother in ambush lay—* As mothers do. it seems — To carry the prettiest girl away, Away to the land of dreams. By Jovef To" the wonderful land of dreams. But the cherry like lips of the prettj; miss, Alas, ware a tempting sight, And I ventured to beg for a tiny kiss-* Just one, before "Good-night." But the prettiest girl resented that In a way I'd never dreamed, For she airily sprang from where we sa4 And, what do you think? She screamedli By Jove! She certainly did, she screamed! I caught the coquette in my arms— i For such is the way of men— And gruffly demanded of her a smack, And then—and then—and then Her mother came cruelly in with a light And —what do you think she said? "Oh, come little lady, kiss daddy good* night," And carried her off to bed, by Jove! And carried the babe to bed!

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