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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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Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (3453 reads)
'Why did the lady in the lift...

'Why did the lady in the lift
     Slap that poor parson's face?'
Said Mother, thinking as she sniffed,
     Of clerical disgrace.

Said Sonny Boy: 'Alas, I know.
     My conscience doth accuse me;
The lady stood upon my toe,
     Yet did not say--"Excuse me!"

'She hurt--and in that crowd confined
     I scarcely could endure it;
So when I pinched her fat behind
     She thought--it was the Curate .'

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