LA CRIPPE.
Mv desk and my paper, my pen and my ink Are ready for business ; hut where is my • think ?’ Whenever a blossoming thought I would nip, My head begins humming the lay of La Grippe.
I’ve earnestly sought how I best may evade The loathsome embraces of that wicked jade ; Am told many ways how to give her the slip. But none have yet saved me from Madame La Grippe.
One told me to stick out my tongue, which I did. When on it a teaspoon of sulphur was slid, Expecting, I think, that the madame would skip, So much’t would remind her of home, poor La Grippe !
Another assured me quinine was the best To quiet the groaning and give friends a rest; Another that whisky was just the right whip To use in a conflict with Madame La Grippe.
Oh, fudge, 1 can’t write, and it’s no use to try ! A buzz in my head and a flood in my eye ! Arid here’s a big sneeze getting ready to—to— Ob! put in a word there to rhyme with La—La—Grippe
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue VI, 10 August 1895, Page 184
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183LA CRIPPE. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XV, Issue VI, 10 August 1895, Page 184
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