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The Seance
"The spirits do not like the light,"
The medium said, and turned the switch;
The little lady on my right
Clutched at my hand with nervous twitch.

(She seemed to be a pretty bitch.
)

The moustached women on my left,
With spirits on hr heavy breath,
Lasciviously leaned her heft
On me as one who languisheth.

The sordid room was still as death.


"A shape I see," the medium cried,
"Whose face and name I do not know .
.
.
"
"'Tis Robert service," soft replied
A voice - "I passed a month ago,
And I've come back to let you know.


"The Other Side is gay and bright;
We are so happy there and free,
And Dan McGrew I oft recite,
And follow up with Sam McGee .
.
.

But now excuse me, I must flee.
"

The fat dame leaned to get my ear,
(Her breast was soft as feather bed.
)
"I love his verses; oh dear, dear,
I didn't know that he was dead.
"
"No more did I," I sourly said.


The little lady grabbed me hard;
(She looked to me a "yesful" dear.
)
Said she: "Don't you adore the Bard?"
Said I: "Before he fades, I fear
I'd like to kick his astral rear.
"

So then I bravely broke away
From spooks and ectoplasic gauze.

Yet in the brazen light of day
I had to pinch myself because
Really! I wondered if I was.
Written by: Robert William Service

Book: Reflection on the Important Things