SIR (G)LUCK’S ARMIDE' 

I 

I also sought amusement, so 

I spared no money for a show, 

Threw on my frock-coat by lamplight, 

And entered the nearest box that night. 

I got much worse than Id bargained for; 

Oh, how I cursed myself and swore. 

A missie needs must make me hold 

The libretto. I muttered, “My hand feels cold!” 

“Well, then, wear gloves!” the lady cried. 

“They get on my nerves, Miss!” I replied. 

She bared her neck and bosom and all, 

And asked me to keep an eye on her shawl. 

Said I to her, ‘The fire burns low, 

And raw flesh gives me vertigo!” 

She shrieked, “Oh, wasn’t the ballet divine!” 

Said I, “O God, has the gazette got anything worth 
reading about in the meantime?” 

II 

I sat, lost in the music’s spell. 
She sneered, “The man’s a fool as well!”