Seems a robe for a duchess somehow.
* * * * *
At the Chapel they listen attentively through.
Applause? O they freely bestow it!
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The parson thinks praise is the orator's due,
And the girls are quite "smashed on" the poet.
Though they know, when compared with what Sammy could do,
That either has little or no wit.
* * * * *
I need not remark there is plenty of dust,
That the wind blows incessant simooms,
That the coffee is cold and the rolls wholly crust,
That Mike has forgotten the spoons,
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Class of 1890.
