THE DRURY VENUS, WITH OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

Observer, Volume 7, Issue 226, 10 January 1885, Page 8

THE DRURY VENUS, WITH OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

By "Native':".;

'Twas at the Drury races A Venus came to view — A rival of the Graces, And her summers — twenty -two. 'Twas there I first beheld her — A queen of all the fair, And wondered what impelled her The rain and heat to share. She really was a posy — I'd like her name to know — With cheeks so red and rosy, And skin as white as snow. So modest and retiring, Like violets in the shade, The rustics were aspiring, To captivate the maid. iggE saw the lovely treasure Unconscious throw her 3nare, '^here the gallants took he.r measure As we swallow down thef air. At Drury stood the charmer, When heavy fell the rain, 'Mong Cockatoo and Farmer — The speeler and his game. Too long the men do tarry, And loaf away the time ; They don't know when to marry — Some go beyond their prime. Most women have their plumage — Silk, feathers and brocade ; But give me Nature's groomage, And a figure that's well made. I like a handsome bonnet, And a feather that looks well, But you may depend upon it, That the bustle is a sell. Dear ladies, have you feeling, Or is it gush of pride, To go stalking and revealing What Nature has denied ? We all have got our weakness — Religion and belief — But where's your Christian meekness In this peak of Teneriffe ? For this artificial sailing Don't take among the crowd ; I'm often found bewailing That the blooming thing's allowed. God bless the lovely creatures ! — Man does the sex adore, And we all admire their features, When we see them to the fore. But it should be their pleasure To follow Nature's style, Just like the Drury treasure I gazed upon awhile. Now turn I to the racer, Now come along a bit, View Smiler and Grimacer — The winner and the bit. There's Adams at the " total," (I'm going to have a shy) "Be quick," said Alick, "go at Hill, This weather makes me dry." 'Twas then I saw Joe Bolter — Joe serving o i \t the stake, At G-odkin's plough-and-colt, sir, When Bryan won the stake. So now I'll give the winners, And place them in a row, Where the stewards shouted dinners, As the turf did long ago. Brown Swankey rafsed a talker, John Hennessy I saw, There with the peeler Walker, True emblem of the law. Here's pheasants in a basket, But what about their fiz ? Well, now, you need not ask;it, G-. is busy there with Liz. j Come Sandy, " tak' yer whisky," - Kead Fealtha^ no begrudge, Long life to steward's frisky, Big Maher anil the Judge ; Where Bushman proved a railer, Dore's Minnie won the Cvp — Mazurka's jockey failed her, Or she would be closer up. Then Mazurka won the Maiden, Old Merlin got the Sell, Across the grass, o'erlad en, No more will be" ajhelle. Of course it's right*to mention, Although he* was a cake, With the very best intention King Byran won the stake. Bill Dickey raced on Ake, He ran both game and true, Said Hamlin, " I will back he, For mine's an Ake too." Frir won the Consolation, The stewards acted right, Ther« was no altercation, No swindle or a fight j Each race ran on its merit, Around the slush and mire, Where the dainties proved a credit To old Fisherman, the sire. The starter knew his duty — The peeler ->hall I tell, Of Mignouel.ie the beauty, And By van how he fell? Fai-ewell to^Drury races, The train's about to start, I wish her soft embraces, And a lover to her heart ; But were I young and handsome*-* „ They say I am not old— She'd be no bustier's transom, For she's lovely to behold.