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C J Dennis - The Handicap
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I think I should suit, for I`ve knowledge minute
   Of all tickets, time-tables, and trains;
All speedings and slowings and comings and goings
   Are deeply impressed on my brains.
I know just how long the express to Geelong
   Stops outside certain stations; and where
All the footwarmers go when the winter winds blow.
   So I think I am qualified there.

I can find you a porter, or see that your daughter
   Leaves safely for Sydney.  My list
Of refreshment-room fare is exclusive and rare
   I can tell you what trains you have missed.
I can find little Willie, or mind little Millie
   While Mother, with no time to spare,
Goes to buy her a bun.  I can tell you what won
   All the races.  I`m competent there.

I have knowledge unique of what days in the week
   Trains stop at your station -- or not.
I can tell ("Sat. excepted") what trains are connected
   With which.  I am au fait with the lot.
On "Mon. only" or "Tues." I have accurate views.
   I can tell you on "Suns." when and where
You can gather mushrooms or the gold wattle blooms;
   So I feel I am competent there.

And, with all this assortment of facts, my deportment,
   Impressive, yet friendly, is right.
At my resonant voice all the ladies rejoice;
   And fools flock to me, dribbling delight.
My garments I wear with an air debonair;
   But one handicap stands in my way:
Tho` in all else I`m "It," those who know me admit
   That I look simply awful in grey.
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