Chapter IV: Appendix: B

My mother has obtained permission from the Laureate's publishers to reprint the following stanzas from "The Pale Pink Raid":--

"Wrong? O of coarse it's heinous,
But we're going, girls, you just bet!
Do they think that the Wars of Wenus
Can be stopped by an epithet?
When the henpecked Earth-men pray us
To join them at afternoon tea,
Not rhyme nor reason can stay us
From flying to set them free.

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"When the men on that hapless planet,
Handsome and kind and true,
Cry out, 'Hurry up!' O hang it!
What else can a Wenus do?
I suppose it was rather bad form, girls,
But really we didn't care,
For our planet was growing too warm, girls,
And we wanted a change of air.

* * * * *

"Mrs. Grundy may go on snarling,
But still, at the Judgment Day,
The author of _England's Darling_
I think won't give us away.
We failed, but we chose to chance it,
And as one of the beaten side,
I'd rather have made that transit
Than written _Jameson's Ride!_"

THE END.

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