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I T cost a florin square,Her photo I declare, To wear, With care Of uttermost esteem, In pocket of my breast, That picture lay at rest, And blest, With zest, That fluttered thro' my dream; My dream of love, where she Was posed, in extacy, Of gay phantasmagoria, Of beauty unto me. illustration Ten other bobs, I pay, For hothouse plant bouquet, When she, On tree, Of pantomimic treat In semi-raiment stood, As geni of the good, I could, And would, Down cast them at her feet. The feet of love where she Was posed, in extacy, Of bright phantasmagoria, Of beauty unto me! I took a numbered seat, In stall select, and neat, To treat My sweet! And when she did appear, I flung the flow'rs I wis, She took them, and with this, O bliss A kiss! That thrilled me, while the cheer Of gods applaudingly, Did greet with storm of glee, The loved phantasmagoria Of beauty unto me! illlustration Sweet osculating scene Of bouquet, and my queen, And smug Chaste hug, Of posies to her nose, As poising on her toe, And then subsiding low, A glow Flushed so, On my cheek, like a rose, The while she bowed the knee, Then skipped away O.P., That lithe phantasmagoria, Of beauty unto me! I waited by the door, Classic door! out they pour, A score, Or more, Escorting her, I say! And ha! may I be blest, Upon each jerkin breast, Confest, Were drest, The buds of my bouquet! Said she to me "ta ta! Go home to your mamma!" It wrought the rude evanishment Of love of her from me! The moral it is this, Don't dally with such bliss, A miss, Is kiss Unto thee from the play, A kiss for gods, and stall, The pit, and tier, on all To fall And small The fig, for your bouquet, When it has brought the balm, Of the applauding palm, She shares it with the supers, and She gives the chill to thee! Illustration |
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