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April 18. 1934
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By TOM BROWN
Pull many a lung hath been left on the lame
From recot^iting mad tales of this guy and his
dame, r
And mahy a paralyzed thumb hath l>een had
By Writers expounding on this doughty lad—
Who had an old4table, of shape it was round.
And who wjth fair Genivieve would go to town.
Poor Tehnyson Squatted, gnashed teeth, and dripped
ink
Alsftit this £oung bird who was quite a hot gink,
^ As he courted trie ladies and ratted around
To the tune! of chain armour and talk that
astoui
The most of us aimple but innocent mugs.
Whore conjent with our p’roxided blonds ai
pur ju4
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But I know an e^ic on that fair>haired boy
That you sqjmdal mongers would likely enjoy.
Sit tighten youi seats and I’ll give you the works.
Although it£ must come in short snatches and
Jerk*.
» gab, as you prob’ly can see
you sinners, and leave it to me.
For I’m vlret on
But dlimb
“Old gai,** quotj
‘Tve got t<
I’ve got tjt> go
W hollo
So be faithful,
And 111 bi
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9 Who
Made |
But on hef wi
With
She told
And
“To King Ai
titne.
But
She
fair Arthur one sunshiny day,
fo off for a very short stay,
ind play hell with some Danes
id all British are nothing but pains,
reet wife, while I am away
back some perfume from France on
jeve fair was a frisky wombat
ler lovin’, her this, and her that,
le off on his stallion of white,
:ed nought but a dark lonely night,
our lady ; she donned a new gown,
take off and start into town.
•e she chanced to meet up
Lancelot t>old, who was deep in his
ig shavetail her dark lonely life
Ightway said. “Darling, 111 make you
I’m wed, and you’re drunk at this
ya come up tonight sump time?”
ight at a swell French cafe
le’d finished a snooty entree,
joined her and sat by her side.
But after nine passes the fair dame
“Big boy, I don’t know you, but it ain't such
So why n’t ya come up tonight sump time?'
“()dds>bodkins, King Arthur, I forgot to say
That your new suit of armour was finished to-
Cried a man on the march with our Heav’n-
king.
“Avaunt thee, thou vassel, else I make thee
Turn the column about and make every h
We’ne returning once more for my ne
pants!”]
Our Queen was not lonely that harrowing night
Sir Lancelot came and they turned out
vm
So the moon
And aid
could come in through the window above
ol* Sir Lancey with his violent lovi
Till a knock on the door came—the knight j
With
on his brow he rose out of his
“Quick! Climb to that window and hang on ou
While 1 answer the door and le* him inside.
I’ll get rid of this boob just as soon as 1 can.
So hurry, hon. I’ll be put on the pan."
The knight hung outside; she opened the door,
bhel
And there stood the masher
fore
d toyed wi b be-
t-
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Well, to tell you the truth, she liked this young s tunk.
Although he's a bounder, a prig, and a punk
So she lets him take up where ol’ Lancey l£ft off
The bimbo breaks down and says, “Baby! Hot
stuff!” j
He’s tight in the grip of sweet Cupid when then
Comes a knock at the same oaken panel aga n.
Now our lady, the Queen, was getting nigh fed.
But she hollers, “Quick, .honey, crawl undek the
bed!”
She opened the door up and there stood his nibs
King Arthur the First, from main sail to jit^i!
He looked around once and then roared like a bul
“What the hell kind of stuff are you tryittg to
pin n , 1
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For he’d spied Sir Lancey’s tin pants on the floor
He turned around twice and then bellow'ed
more.
“By God 1*11 find that villanious scud.
And when I do his name will be mud.
I come back for my pants, and what do 1 find?
My wife entertaining some underdog swin
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