POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 1913, 12 April 1880, Page 3

POETRY.

"MY HEROINE."

[From " Chambers' Journal."] I'll introduco you to a girl I know, " Pretty ? you ask, Well, I'll attempt to sketch her portrait, though No easy task. I fear, however, you'll pronounce her " slow. " For nowadays We vote a dash of fastness all the go, (Excuse the phrase.) She's not accomplished—no, indeed, poor dear, I dare assert She does not know the latest slang—l fear She's not a flirt. She could not name the winner of the Oaks, She does not bet; I'm pretty sure Bhe never even smoke 3 A cigarette. A beauty! Well, she's not considered such, You giils know best, Her dearest friends do not abuse her much, And thaVs atest. Perhaps she has not Mrs L—y's eyes, Or rose-leaf skin Bat still ho sweet a face to criticise Were downright sin. She does not scream when skittish Polly rears, Not she —and wait, It would do you good to see the way she clears A five-barred gate. She cannot sing bravura runs and shakes— She does not shine When seated at "a grand"—but then her cakes Are just divine. With high heeled boots she cares not to distort Her pretty feet— Her lilies and her roses were not bought In Regent street. And still more shocking, I regret to state, Her want of taste ; She cannot be induced to cultivate A wasp-like waist. You would not in her hair a vestige find Of "golden " tinge ; She wears it in a simple knot behind— No trace of " fringe." Such pretty hair so lustrous and so long— A modest brown. " False, I dare say!" Nay, ma'am, for once you're wrong; I've seen it down. * * # # * You horrid man! I've told you scores of times, I won't again Be made the subject of your stupid rhymes ; But all in vain. 'Tis quite too bad of you ! When next you err, Look out for tears. Or no, I'll prove you've wed a vixen, sir ! And box your ears. Ah J then you'll change'the burden of your song— A truce to praise. " Unruly wives " will be your theme —you'll long - For bachelor days. You'll gravely say that matrimony brings Domestic strife, And add no end of nasty, spiteful things About your wife.