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Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold

By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition

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FAN.

Frisky Fan
Has a wonderful eye for a man,
And for brothers;
It's odd how they multiply fast,
And the dearest of course is the freshest and last;
Unlike others,
She's never content with one string
And would take all the sex cuddled under her wing,
She is fair and fifteen although fifty in vice
And in folly,
A born flirt to tempt and entice
And alone has been seen to flirt hard with a “dolly.”
Naughty Fan
Has fled long from Society's ban,
Though still tender
Of age, and is seasoned in sin
From example and gentlemen's treating and gin—
You can't mend her;
Her manners are shocking, and tracts
Only send her off swearing to uglier acts.
Still her face keeps its infantine look, though her heart
Is as blighted
As harridans' hawked on the mart—
To the devil for years she has truly been plighted.

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Dressy Fan
Thinks costume is the only good plan,
For young ladies;
She'd sell her own soul with delight
For a pretty pink frock, if she supped the same night
Down in Hades;
She'd worry a hat from a Jew,
And no second hand slop but smart-ribboned and new.
Yes, her taste is not bad, and your elegant dames
With their varnish
Who call her the vilest of names,
Yet look vulgar to her with so little to garnish.
Easy Fan
Never troubled, since once she began,
About morals;
To her they are not for the poor,
And seem just like the paint on a nobleman's door,
Or the corals
That hang around duchesses' throats,
Who know nothing (in public) of rakes and wild oats.
But then she with her weakness would not hurt a fly,
Nor give sections
Of life to each claim, all awry;
She is perfect at least in her mere imperfections.