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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397953" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fancy’s knell (parody)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(with apologies to A.E. Housman) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When sailors were home from the harbour<br>every Thom, Dick and Harry<br>a man would call the friend in his favour<br>and both would send for thee.<br>And in little animal like prances<br>across the meadow no one could wait<br>to jive with envious glances<br>whenever you played for Harry and his mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom, Dick and Harry had frolicking little pleasures<br>and with ladies content they were<br>to visit them without proper measures<br>even the old to dare<br>and you so intensely playing<br>that every second woman would weep<br>while the light of youth was decaying<br>and with no one you would sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one took your fancy, <br>not even glamorous girls with skins in tan, <br>not even big bosomed Nancy<br>or slender little Fan; <br>and to whatever girl would lift her glances<br>you stayed totally mute, <br>while everybody at the dances<br>were humming with your flute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your days as a man between the women was numbered<br>and you did not meet anyone at the surf<br>and nowhere between them slumbered<br>even in smooth green miles of turf, <br>even in grass and clover<br>you like the sun at night would fade<br>wishing to get a conversation over<br>to hide in the lofty shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While women on you advances<br>you lift your flute to play: <br>come ladies learn the dances<br>and let you all be away.<br>Tomorrow you will be witty<br>and away you will be<br>pretty and dirty<br>but it will not be from me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: XLI Fancy’s knell by A.E. Housman.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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When sailors were home from the harbour
every Thom, Dick and Harry
a man would call the friend in his favour
and both would send for thee.
And in little animal like prances
across the meadow no one could wait
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