WIT AND HUMOUR
A CONTRAST. I do not like to lie abed,
In idleness, whpn I am ill, To have to etay inactive then
Is just another bitter pill. I want to kick the covers off,
And rise with energy and vim. And pitch into the work that waits, And wipe it out, with ardour grim,
But when I'm well, I like to lie— . To lie abed, of course, I mean. I like to doze —and dream —and doze — Quiescent, indolent, serene. When duties call, I fain .would sleep, Though I must earn my daily brea.3. Confound the work! When lam ■well, Oh, then I. love to lie abed !
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Evening Post, Volume XCVI, Issue 42, 17 August 1918, Page 11
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109WIT AND HUMOUR Evening Post, Volume XCVI, Issue 42, 17 August 1918, Page 11
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