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Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3431, 20 December 1879, Page 1

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IN TOWN. " The blue fly sings in the pane."—TnonaOß. Grinding in town now is " horrid, 1* (There is that woman, again!) • ;■ ■ Sun boating down on one's forehead* -. Thought gets dry in the brain. , Thore is that woman again: " Strawborries! fourpenco a pottle!" Thought gets dry in the brain; Ink gets dry in the bottle. '(Strawberries I fourponee a pottle 1" O for the green of a lane! Ink gets dry in the bottle; Buzz goes a fly in the pane! O for the green of a lane! 0 to lie down and be lazy! Bun goes a fly in the pane; BlMbottlm drive me omay • 0 to lie down and be lazy! Careless of town and all in it! . Bluebottles drive me crazy; .- / , 1 shall go mad in a minute f. "■'■-' : - Careless of town and all in it> :^ F With 'some one to soothe and to still yon t 1 shall go mad in a minute. Blnebottlo then I shall kill yot! With some ono to soothe and to still yo«, As only one's feminine kin do: Bluebottle then I shall kill you: . There! I have broken the window!' As only one's feminine kin do,~ 'v • Some Mabel, or Ethel, or Oracie! There! I have broken the window! Bluebottle! abiinpaetl , - , ~ Some Mabel, or Ethel, or Gracie To dash one with eau de Cologne; :, Bluebottle! mbiinpaasl And why should I stay here alone! To dash ono with eau de Cologne, ; " All over one's talented forehead! And why should I stay here alone! Grinding in town now is " horrid V' '; Austin Domon.