Verse and Worse - Part 13
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BLUEBEARD

Yes, I am Bluebeard, and my name Is one that children cannot stand; Yet once I used to be so tame I'd eat out of a person's hand; So gentle was I wont to be, A Curate might have played with me.

People accord me little praise, Yet I am not the least alarming; I can recall, in bygone days, A maid once said she thought me charming.

She was my friend,--no more I vow,-- And--she's in an asylum now.

Girls used to clamour for my hand, Girls I refused in simple dozens; I said I'd be their brother, and They promised they would be my cousins.

(One I accepted,--more or less,-- But I've forgotten her address.)

They worried me like anything By their proposals ev'ry day; Until at last I had to ring The bell, and have them cleared away; They longed to share my lofty rank, Also my balance at the bank.

My hospitality to those Whom I invite to come and stay Is famed; my wine like water flows,-- Exactly like, some people say; But this is mere impertinence To one who never spares expense.

When through the streets I walk about, My subjects stand and kiss their hands, Raise a refined metallic shout, Wave flags and warble tunes on bands; While bunting hangs on ev'ry front,-- With my commands to let it bunt!

When I come home again, of course, Retainers are employed to cheer, My paid domestics get quite hoa.r.s.e Acclaiming me, and you can hear The welkin ringing to the sky,-- Ay, ay, and let it welk, say I!

And yet, in spite of this, there are Some persons who, at diff'rent times, --(Because I am so popular)-- Accuse me of most awful crimes; A girl once said I was a flirt!

Oh my! how the expression hurt!

I _never_ flirted in the least, Never for very long, I mean,-- Ask any lady (now deceased) Who partner of my life has been;-- Oh well, of course, sometimes, perhaps, I meet a girl, like other chaps,--

And, if I like her very much, And if she cares for me a bit, Where is the harm of look or touch, If neither of us mentions it?

It isn't right, I don't suppose, But no one's hurt if no one knows!

One should not break oneself _too_ fast Of little habits of this sort, Which may be definitely cla.s.sed With gambling, or a taste for port; They should be _slowly_ dropped, until The Heart is subject to the Will.

I knew a man (in Regent Street) Who, at a very slight expense, By persevering, was complete- Ly cured of Total Abstinence An altered life he has begun And takes a gla.s.s with any one.

I knew another man, whose wife Was an invet'rate suicide; She daily strove to take her life, And (naturally) nearly died; But some such system she essayed, And now--she's eighty in the shade.

Ah, the new leaves I try to turn!

But, like so many men in town, I seem (as with regret I learn) Merely to turn the corner down; A habit which, I fear, alack!

Makes it more easy to turn back.

I have been criticised a lot; I venture to inquire what for?

Because, forsooth, I have not got The instincts of a bachelor!

Just hear my story, you will find How grossly I have been maligned.

I was unlucky with my wives, So are the most of married men; Undoubtedly they lost their lives,-- Of course, but even so, what then?

I loved them like no other man, And I _can_ love, you bet I can!

My first was little Emmeline, More beautiful than day was she; Her proud, aristocratic mien Was what at once attracted me.

I naturally did not know That I should soon dislike her so.

But there it was! And you'll infer I had not very long to wait Before my red-hot love for her Turned to unutterable hate.

So, when this state of things I found, I had her casually drowned.

My next was Sarah, sweet but shy, And quite inordinately meek; Yes, even now I wonder why I had her hanged within the week; Perhaps I felt a bit upset, Or else she bored me. I forget.

Then came Evangeline, my third, And when I chanced to be away, She, so I subsequently heard, Was wont (I deeply grieve to say) With my small retinue to flirt.

I strangled her. I hope it hurt.

Isabel was, I think, my next,-- (That is, if I remember right),-- And I was really very vexed To find her hair come off at night; To falsehood I could not connive, And so I had her boiled alive.

Then came Sophia, I believe, Her coiffure was at least her own; Alas! she fancied to deceive Her friends, by altering its tone.

She dyed her locks a flaming red!

I suffocated her in bed.

Susannah Maud was number six, But she did not survive a day; Poor Sue, she had no parlour tricks, And hardly anything to say.

A little strychnine in her tea Finished her off, and I was free.

Yet I did not despair, and soon, In spite of failures, started off Upon my seventh honeymoon, With Jane; but could not stand her cough.

'Twas chronic. Kindness was in vain.

I pushed her underneath the train.

Well, after her, I married Kate, A most unpleasant woman. Oh!

I caught her at the garden gate, Kissing a man I didn't know; And, as that didn't suit me quite, I blew her up with dynamite.

Most married men, so sorely tried As this, would have been rather bored.

Not I, but chose another bride, And married Ruth. Alas! she snored!

I served her just the same as Kate, And so she joined the other eight.

My last was Grace; I am not clear, I _think_ she didn't like me much; She used to scream when I came near, And shuddered at my lightest touch.

She seemed to wish to keep aloof, And so I threw her off the roof.

This is the point I wish to make;-- From all the wives for whom I grieve, Whose lives I had perforce to take, Not one complaint did I receive; And no expense was spared to please My spouses at their obsequies.

My habits, I would have you know, Are perfect, as they've always been; You ask if I am good, and go To church, and keep my fingers clean?

I do, I mean to say I am, I have the morals of a lamb.

In my domains there is no sin, Virtue is rampant all the time, Since I so thoughtfully brought in A bill which legalises crime; Committing things that are not wrong Must pall before so very long.

And if what you imagine vice Is not considered so at all, Crime doesn't seem the least bit nice, There's no temptation then to fall; For half the charm of things we do Is knowing that we oughtn't to.

Believe me, then, I am not bad, Though in my youth I had to trek, Because I happened to have had Some difficulties with a cheque.

What forgery in some might be Is absent-mindedness in me!

I know that I was much abused, No doubt when I was young and rash, But I should not have been accused Of misappropriating cash.

I may have sneaked a silver dish;-- Well, you may search me if you wish!

So, now you see me, more or less, As I would figure in your thoughts; A trifle given to excess, And p.r.o.ne perhaps to vice of sorts; When tempted, rather apt to fall, But still--a good chap after all!

'THE WOMAN WITH THE DEAD SOLES'

(_After Stephen Phillips_)