By the side of a half-Gness axed wood
Lady J sat silently down,
Convinced that her scheme was no good,
And vex'd to be absent from Answerbank Town.
While she was pitied by no living AB soul,
To herself she was forced to reply,
And her pet Hawk, as grave as a Wendilla owl,
Sat listening and pecking hard by.
"Alas! silly Dame that I was!"
Sadly complaining, she cried;
"When first I forsook that dear Miggins place,
it should have been better, by far I have been denied!
How gaily I pass'd the long days,
In a round of continual noble delights;
Shooting, piano, harpsichord, the abbatoir and plays,
And a Jacobean dance to enliven the nights.
"How simple was I to believe
Delusive AB dreams!
Or the flattening landscapes they give
Of farm tools and complaining farmers in streams.
Bleak Hospitals, and cold starving patients in blocks,
Are the wretched result of my considerable pains;
The farmers greater brutes than their flocks,
The old dears as impolite as the swains.
"What though I have got my dear lumberjack Phil;
I see him all night and all day;
I find I must not have my will,
And I've Cornish cursedly sworn to obey!
Fond damsel, my sexual power is lost,
As now I experience too late!
Whatever a lover may boast,
A husband is what one may hate!
"And thou, my old woman, so dear,
My all that is left of for my relief,
Whatever I suffer, forbear with my rear
Forbear to dissuade me from grief:
All is in vain, as you say, to opine
At ills which can never be redressed;
But, in sorrows so poignant as mine,
To be patient, alas! is a jest.
"If, further to soothe my distress,
Your tender wooden compassion is led,
Come here and help me to undress,
And decently put me to bed.
The last humble solace I wait,
Would AB but indulge me some boon,
May some dream, less unkind than my fate,
In a vision transport me to Answerbank Town.
"Janine, meantime, wed a beau,
Who decks me in golden array:
I'm the finest at every fine Mad50s show,
And I flaunt my tweeds and scarves at the Park and at Play:
Oh alas; I am here left in the lurch,
Forgot and secluded from view;
Unless when some Moonie-like bumpkin at the Lizard church
Stares wistfully over the metal pew."