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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357734" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No.15 - Mrs Felix Donnett</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of renown,<br>For ten years her husband was mayor of the town;<br>For ten years she queened it as our local social light;<br>And 'everything she did, my dear,' was very, very right.<br>But the mayoral pomp sat lightly on old Felix, sly but sprightly,<br>And about his civic earnestness shrewd townspeople had their 'doots;'<br>But not of Mrs Donnett, with the bugles on her bonnet,<br> And her dolman, and her bustle, and elastic-sided boots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, a very proper lady with a very proper mind<br>Was she, like Queen Victoria, and exceedingly refined.<br>For the good Queen was her model, tho' her ideals were confused;<br>Still, she and Queen Victoria were not easily amused,<br>For she lacked all sense of humor; but she had a nose for rumor -<br>Spicy rumor; and a dragon 'mid the other female 'plutes'<br>Loomed Mrs Felix Donnett, with bugles on her bonnet,<br>Her dignity, her dolman, and her Aunt Jemima boots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And woe betide the romping maid whose ways she counted lax.<br>One roguish glance, one titter, brought 'the dragon' on her tracks.<br>'Her? Fast, mai deah? A minx, mai deah! If you but knew it all!<br>And Ai pity her poor mothah; but, of course, Ai could not call.'<br>Then the dingle-dangles trembled 'mid the matrons there assembled<br>As head were tossed and lips compressed. 'And men, of course, are brutes!'<br>Hissed Mrs Felix Donnett, with the bugles on her bonnet,<br>And her beadings, and her bustle, and her Aunt Jemima boots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I am moved to tolerance in this 'unmoral age'<br>I take the family album out and turn each yellowed page;<br>And straightaway I am chastened, and my moral tone comes back,<br>As I browse 'mid whiskered dandies and meek matrons garbed in black,<br>With their fol-de-rois and flounces. Then, from out the page there pounces<br>Mother Grundy; and my turpitude is blasted to the roots<br>By the glare of Mrs Donnett, and the bugles on her bonnet,<br>And her dolman, and her bustle, and her Aunt Jemima boots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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For ten years her husband was mayor of the town;
For ten years she queened it as our local social light;
And 'everything she did, my dear,' was very, very right.
But the mayoral pomp sat lightly on old Felix..."></div>
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