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Jessie Pope - Crumbs of Comfort
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When Gladys comes a whisper wakes, 
A sudden thrill prevails, 
She holds the eyes of men, and takes 
The wind out of our sails. 
In spite of every art we use, 
Their bosoms she transfixes, 
And yet I`m glad to know her shoes 
Are unromantic sixes. 

The frocks that Leonora wears 
Are absolutely sweet, 
She practices such Frenchy airs 
It`s hopeless to compete. 
Her lace is fine, her silks are thick, 
Her sables make one sicken ; 
And yet, though Leonora`s chic, 
She`s certainly no chicken. 

Diana has a sporting bent 
And not a little side, 
She`s hot upon a screamin` scent 
And knows the way to ride. 
Her doggy tendencies would please 
A print like Mr. Strachey`s, 
But, though she drops her final G`s, 
Her father drops his H`s.
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