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“SEPPY”

I cannot say
That I would frequently consent to play
With Septimus Dundreary on my side.
He loves to lag;
He seems affected by a general sag
Of blazer, trousers, collar, waist-line, bag.
His ready purse
Prevents official tongues from being terse
When Seppy blinks and potters in the field.
What runs we lose
At times because those duffing hands refuse
The service delegated to his shoes!
In vain I hint
That even his rotundity would sprint
A little better for a touch of pride.
Well-pleased to hug
Incompetence, he answers with a shrug,
And goes on functioning as a human slug.
His single bound
Is when the caterer's bell begins to sound
A notice that the various pies are due.
Then, quaffing malt,
He liquidates a shallow sense of fault,
And ends by feeling worth his Cricket salt!