THE TUTOR AND THE MAIDEN.

1.

AN annex maid returning

From the classic shades of learning,

With her Coptic-optic volume in her hand, hand, hand,

Met a captivating tutor -

For her heart he was a suitor -

With a lammy, clammy smile that was bland, bland, bland.

II.

For the maid he had a passion

In a true tutoric fashion,

And had woo'd and coo'd her often in the car, car, car;

But his future life was blighted

(Tho' his love it was requited)

By the fussy, mussy muddling of her ma, ma, ma.

III.

Said the tutor to the maiden,

In a voice with sorrow laden,

And a lumpy, thumpy something in his throat, throat, throat,

"Tell me truly, dainty fairy,

Ere your precious self I marry,

You will truly-ruly never want to vote, vote, vote."

IV.

But he quailed beneath the glitter

Of her eyes so cold and bitter,

As she started, darted at him with a rush, rush, rush,

And the maiden wrote a thesis

On his few remaining pieces,

Which she gather'd in a dust-pan with a brush, brush, brush.

R. R.