I covet not the gear of those
Who neither toil nor spin;
I merely want some standard clo's
To drape my standard skin,
Wrought of material suitable for writing verses in.
Something that won't pick up the dust
When rhymes refuse to flow;
And roomy, lest the seams be bust
Should the afflatus blow--
Say five-and-forty round the ribs and rather more below.
For poets they should stock a brand
To serve each type's behest--
Pastoral, epic, lyric--and
An outer size of chest
For those whose puffy job it is to build the arduous jest.
O.S.
* * * * *
THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.
(_An imaginary conversation._)
[In his lecture at the Royal Institution, to which Mr. Punch recently
referred, Mr. ALFRED NOYES said that "our art and literature were
increasingly Bolshevik, and if they looked at the columns of any
newspaper they would see the unusual spectacle of the political editor
desperately fighting that which the art and literary portions of the
paper upheld.
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