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Pullman Porter

Written by: Robert William Service | Biography
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 The porter in the Pullman car
Was charming, as they sometimes are.
He scanned my baggage tags: "Are you The man who wrote of Lady Lou?" When I said "yes" he made a fuss - Oh, he was most assiduous; And I was pleased to think that he Enjoyed my brand of poetry.
He was forever at my call, So when we got to Montreal And he had brushed me off, I said: "I'm glad my poems you have read.
I feel quite flattered, I confess, And if you give me your address I'll send you (autographed, of course) One of my little books of verse.
" He smiled - his teeth were white as milk; He spoke - his voice was soft as silk.
I recognized, depite his skin, The perfect gentleman within.
Then courteously he made reply: "I thank you kindly, Sir, but I With many other cherished tome Have all your books of verse at home.
"When I was quite a little boy I used to savour them with joy; And now my daughter, aged three, Can tell the tale of Sam McGee; While Tom, my son, that's only two Has heard the yarn of Dan McGrew.
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Don't think your stuff I'm not applaudin' - My taste is Eliot and Auden.
" So we gravely bade adieu I felt quite snubbed - and so would you, And yet I shook him by the hand, Impressed that he could understand The works of those two tops I mention, So far beyond my comprehension - A humble bard of boys and barmen, Disdained, alas! by Pullman carmen.



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