THE RINKOMANIA.
(An old song with a new moral.) r With many a curve tho floor I fret, Such pleasures newly tasted ; ' Domestic duties I forget, And laugh at money wasted. I turn, 1 twist, I wheel about, The outoide edge I dote on ; I rush along with merry ehout, Then, like a swallow, float on. I clatter, clatter, as I rink, My wheels of wood loud ringing, O! aooideate I never think, But merry tunes keep singing, I fold my arms, throw bade my head, As o'er the floor I'm flying ; My pulses throb, my cheeks are red, I seem Old Time defying. I slip, I slide, I rush, I glide, I daßh along like lightning ; I see — and that but feeds my pride, — Some timid ones I'm frightning. But on and on till m a glow, I think I'd weary never; And tradesmen's bills may oome and go, But 141 rink on for ever, — Home Paper.
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Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 1948, 19 September 1888, Page 3
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158THE RINKOMANIA. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 1948, 19 September 1888, Page 3
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