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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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My Specs

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2545 reads)
Alas! I fear that every day

Alas! I fear that every day
    My family I vex,
As crustily they hear me say"
    "Where have I put my specs?"
I hunt them here, I hunt them there,
    I search each likely spot;
I ought to have an extra pair,
    But somehow I have not.

I probe the arm=chair, turn the bed,
    I grovel on the floor;
I mumble, grumble, scratch my head,
    And search my pockets o'er.
I revisit the toilet seat,
    And oh the time that passes,
As I  this litany repeat:
    "Where are them  goddam glasses?"

Says Ma: "Where did you leave them last?"
    Such dumbness floors me flat.
Says I: "I'd find them mighty fast
    If I could tell you that.
Yet though I'm Deacon of the Church
    I cuss - you may suppose,
When Ma says: "Pa, why don't you scratch
                                                    Your nose?"


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