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Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng )

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ONE winter night, at half-past nine,
Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine,
And supper, with cigars and wine,
Was waiting in the study.

There was a strangeness in the room,
And Something white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom -
I took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 10 October 2016
An amusing poem, presented beautifully. Thanks for sharing it here.
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