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Robert W Service - Horatio
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His portrait hung upon the wall.
     Oh how at us he used to stare.
Each Sunday when I made my call! —
     And when one day it wasn`t there,
Quite quick I seemed to understand
     The light was green to hold her hand.

Her eyes were amorously lit;
     I knew she wouldn`t mind at all.
Yet what I did was sit and sit
     Seeing that blankness on the wall . . .
Horatio had a gentle face,—
     How would my mug look in his place?

That oblong of wall-paper wan!
     And while she prattled prettily
I sensed the red light going on,
     So I refused a cup of tea,
And took my gold-topped cane and hat—
     My going seemed to leave her flat.

Horatio was a decent guy,
     And when she ravished from her heart
A damsite better man than I,
     She seemed to me,—well, just a tart:
Her lack of tact I can`t explain.
     His picture,—is it hung again?
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