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Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me; He has no settled scheme or plan Of domesticity. He does not own a gramophone, Nor rush for morning trains; His garden paths are overgrown, He seldom entertains.

In all our staid suburban street He strikes the one false note. He goes about in slippered feet, And seldom wears a coat. I don't know how he earns his bread; 'Tis said he paints or writes; And frequently, I've heard it said, He works quite late at nights.