Tolerate a little longer poverty disadvantages
That rear ugly manifestations
On the most hallowed of stages
Where rabble rousers queer the pitch with droll actions.
Tolerate a little longer fruits of nonchalance
That spring from congenital causes
Over which a busybody perchance
Mars despite an abundance of therapeutic doses.
Tolerate a little longer naive nuisance
That arises from the best of intentions
Despite advanced training from France
Nullified by sustained suspensions.
Tolerate a little longer a churlish tantrum
That steps on headmistresses' toes
When to her mouth flies a glass of rum
Which she toasts victories of her unsung heroes.
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