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The Demolished Farce,
OR, WHO IS THE AUTHOR?
O no! we'll never mention him!
We won't upon our word!
“Decorum” now forbids to name
An unsuccessful Bard;
From Drury Lane we'll toddle to
Our “office” with regret,
And if they ask us, “Who's been dish'd?”
We'll say that “We forget.”
We won't upon our word!
“Decorum” now forbids to name
An unsuccessful Bard;
From Drury Lane we'll toddle to
Our “office” with regret,
And if they ask us, “Who's been dish'd?”
We'll say that “We forget.”
We'll bid him now forsake “the scene,”
And try his ancient strain;
He'd better “be a butterfly”
Than write a farce again;
'Tis true that he can troll a song,
Or tender cansonette;
But if you ask us, “What beside?”
Why really, we forget.
And try his ancient strain;
He'd better “be a butterfly”
Than write a farce again;
'Tis true that he can troll a song,
Or tender cansonette;
But if you ask us, “What beside?”
Why really, we forget.
And O! there are so many now,
Who write good Come-dy,—
There's Mister Planché, Mister Peake,
And Poole, who wrote “Paul Pry.”
Moncrief and Mister Buckstone join
To make a funny set,
With some half-dozen jokers more,
Whose names we quite forget.
Who write good Come-dy,—
There's Mister Planché, Mister Peake,
And Poole, who wrote “Paul Pry.”
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To make a funny set,
With some half-dozen jokers more,
Whose names we quite forget.
They tell us he has got behind
A bran new five-act play;
They say that it is devilish droll—
We heed not what they say;
Perchance, indeed, 'twill struggle on
A night or two, but yet,
If 'tis no better than his farce,
The two you'll soon forget!
A bran new five-act play;
They say that it is devilish droll—
We heed not what they say;
Perchance, indeed, 'twill struggle on
A night or two, but yet,
If 'tis no better than his farce,
The two you'll soon forget!
T. H. Bayleaf.
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