HOW TO DO A RECHAUFFE
WHEN from a maid her lover goes,
Her little heart is full to burstin’.
She goes and dons at once the clothes
Her fickle lover kissed her first in.
She argues “if I reconstruct
That situation accurately,
Beneath his arm I’1l soon be tucked,
If any virtue lie in Whately.”
With Huxley it appears to her,
Mutatis, that’s to say, mutandts,
The situation will recur,
Unhelped by artibus nefandis.
She will not recognise the fact,
That probably a change would snare ’em!
A person of superior tact,
Would purchase bloomers, ay, and wear ’em.
The jaunty jump, the cigarette,
The little hat (or toque) all skew-wise
Might claim his errant fancy yet—
This seems to me (I hope to you) wise.
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