These bores from being quite complete.
I sit in study in my room
(Too often spared by Goody's broom),
And strive some tardy work to end,
When some one knocks. In comes a friend.
He takes a seat: aside I lay
My book, and comment on the day.
My friend (we 'll call him Jack for short),
One of the endless-talking sort,
Is quite afraid that it will rain
Before the summer comes again.
He then goes on to tell the news, -
How Thunderbolt has got the blues,
And Jones was warned in Pol. Econ.,
And Smith got only 91;
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