I Sit in the Midst

Given from the Cuckoo's nest
to the Beloved Infant—
Greeting





I sit in the midst of my study
With cake crumbs adorning my hair
My boots are confoundedly muddy
And are leaving wet marks on the chair
That supports the fair feet of your Ruddy
As he rests with stale cake in his hair

· I am full of a sense of importance,
Of lobster, cream, pilchards and cake
And I feel in my—bosom grim portents
That herald the course of an ache
I remark I am racked with grim portents
That usher abdominal ache.

Yet I write you this letter fraternal
I indite you this brotherly note
Tho' my tortures are waxing infernal
I write as I ever have wrote
Observe that my tone is fraternal
And I write as I ever have wrote.

Be it known to you fairest of females
That dulness is dominant here
And there's little to interest we males
Whose smallness is lesser than beer
I complain that in spite of our three mails
Per diem there comes nothing here

Moreover the weather is wondrous
And skies that should rain only shine
We have dry chalk and gravel roads under us
And the sun is at work before nine
I may state as a fact still more wondrous
I too am at work before nine

And further to tell you, the Kingsley
Memorial College is built
And throughout it strange carpenters' things lie
And paint-pots are lavishly spilt
Id est they are fitting the Kingsley
With hoardings & carvings and gilt.

By a special train chartered at Bristol
The guilt comes, some two hundred strong
The sons of land-owners who missed all
Their rents when the Green Isle went wrong
To be plain , all the boys come from Bristol
By the packets ofVermouth and Long.

We have purchased some tea-pots of delft ware
We found in a Bideford shop
That crammed on the back of a shelf were
(Mrs Morten 's-she takes things to p-p)
In a shop where a friend & myself were
Knocking round as we do in a shop.

I have got thre most quaintest of glasses
For Miss Winnard, (I'll send 'em along)
Whose shape all description surpasses
And I purchased them all for a song
Which means that the price of those glasses
Was entirely other than long

And now since the sun is descending
I must finish my brotherly note
I must make of beginning an ending
I must finish this versified note
Take a picture I've drawn as an ending
Most fit for a metrical note.