A POET’S STRAGNE.
A youth once imbibed some champagne Which soon found its way to his bragne, And he murmured, ‘ O pshaw, Everything goes psee psaw.’ And he never drank liquor agagne.
‘ I SAY, Jessie, do you understand French ?’ ‘ A little, do you ?’ ‘Oh, yes. I understand it very well ; because when pa and ma talk French I know I am going to have medicine.’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue III, 21 July 1894, Page 72
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65A POET’S STRAGNE. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue III, 21 July 1894, Page 72
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