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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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Familiarity

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2307 reads)
Familiarity some claim...

Familiarity some claim
        Can breed contempt,
So from it let it be your aim
        To be exempt.
Let no one exercise his brawn
        To slap your back,
Lest he forget your name is John,
        And call you Jack.

To those who crash your private pew
        Be sour as krout;
Don't let them see the real 'you,'
        And bawl you out.
Don't call your Cousin William--Bill,
        But formal be.
Have care! Beware and shun famil--
        Iarity.

I'm quite polite. My hat I doff
        But little say.
I give the crowd the big brush-off,
        And go my way.
To common folk I do not freeze,
        I am no snob:
But though my name is Robert, please
        Don't call me BOB

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