... you've arranged The world for your convenience; and have planned Your mothers' lives between you? I'm to be The dear old grannie in the ingleneuk; And hide my grizzled wisps in a mutch with frills? Nay, God forbid! I'm no tame pussycat, To snuggle on the corner of a settle, With one eye open for the chance-thrown titbit, While the good housewife goes about her duties: Me! lapping with blinking eyes and possing paws, The saucer of skim-milk that young skinflint spares me, And purring, when ... — Krindlesyke • Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
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