THE DUDE.
Pick it up tenderly ! Touch it with care ! Fashioned so slenderly ! Give it some air. Let not the wind brush it With touch that is rude. There, soft ! you may crush it,. For it is a dude ! Look at the garments, " \. Clinging like cerements And its bright locks of hairDipped in Cologne. With the part in the middle, Which won its endearments. And the vacant and hopeless air,. Wholly its own. Pick it up tenderly ! Helpless, inane ; Poor fated innocent, Choked on its cane. Had it a father, had it a mother. Had it a sister, or may be a brother,. Who allowed it to wander So far from its home ? Did they dream they would lose it If suffered to roam ? Poor thing, so young in years. Not worth a dollar, See how its suffering ears Hang on its collar. Still the world moves along I Why pause to miss Out- of its busy throng One life like this ? Coroner's inquestNeck broken we think. Cause — hat set too for back, And something to drink, Stomach weak, lemonade Went to its brain : Felt itself going, and Swallowed its cane.
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Observer, Volume 7, Issue 346, 25 July 1885, Page 6
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191THE DUDE. Observer, Volume 7, Issue 346, 25 July 1885, Page 6
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