| me in his wellingtons what you haven't got!), in one of those | 1 |
| pure clean lupstucks of yours thankfully, Arrah of the passkeys, | 2 |
| no matter what. You may be certain of that, fluff, now I know | 3 |
| how to tackle. Lock my mearest next myself. So don't keep me | 4 |
| now for a good boy for the love of my fragrant saint, you villain, | 5 |
| peppering with fear, my goodless graceless, or I'll first murder | 6 |
| you but, hvisper, meet me after by next appointment near you | 7 |
| know Ships just there beside the Ship at the future poor fool's | 8 |
| circuts of lovemountjoy square to show my disrespects now, let | 9 |
| me just your caroline for you, I must really so late. Sweet pig, | 10 |
| he'll be furious! How he stalks to simself louther and lover, | 11 |
| immutating aperybally. My prince of the courts who'll beat me | 12 |
| to love! And I'll be there when who knows where with the | 13 |
| objects of which I'll knowor forget. We say. Trust us. Our | 14 |
| game. (For fun!) The Dargle shall run dry the sooner I you | 15 |
| deny. Whoevery heard of such a think? Till the ulmost of all | 16 |
| elmoes shall stele our harts asthone! And Mrs A'Mara makes | 17 |
| it up and befriends with Mrs O'Morum! I will write down all | 18 |
| your names in my gold pen and ink. Everyday, precious, while | 19 |
| m'm'ry's leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's Messonge- | 20 |
| book I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass stream | 21 |
| (but don't tell him or I'll be the mort of him!) under the libans | 22 |
| and the sickamours, the cyprissis and babilonias, where the | 23 |
| frondoak rushes to the ask and the yewleaves too kisskiss them- | 24 |
| selves and 'twill carry on my hearz'waves my still waters reflec- | 25 |
| tions in words over Margrate von Hungaria, her Quaidy ways | 26 |
| and her Flavin hair, to thee, Jack, ahoy, beyond the boysforus. | 27 |
| Splesh of hiss splash springs your salmon. Twick twick, twinkle | 28 |
| twings my twilight as Sarterday afternoon lex leap will smile on | 29 |
| my fourinhanced twelvemonthsmind. And what's this I was | 30 |
| going to say, dean? O, I understand. Listen, here I'll wait on thee | 31 |
| till Thingavalla with beautiful do be careful teacakes, more stues- | 32 |
| ser flavoured than Vanilla and blackcurrant there's a cure in, like | 33 |
| a born gentleman till you'll resemble me, all the time you're | 34 |
| awhile way, I swear to you, I will, by Candlemas! And listen, | 35 |
| joey, don't be ennoyed with me, my old evernew, when, by the | 36 |