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Mr. Punch's Book of Sports "But have you never found," I said,

"Some girl without a fault?

Are all the women in the world

Misshapen, lame or halt?"

He gazed at me with eyes aglow,

And, though the tears had ceased to flow.

His beard was fringed with salt.

"There was a day, I mind it well,

A lady passed me by

In whose physique my searching glance

No blemish could descry.

I followed her at headlong pace,

But when I saw her, face to face,

She had the 'Billiard eye'!"

You came down the field like a shaft from a bow

The vision remains with me yet.

I hastened to check you: the sequel you know:

Alas! we unluckily met.

You rushed at the ball, whirled your stick like a flail,

And you hit with the vigour of two:

A knight in his armour had surely turned pale,

If he had played hockey with you.

They gathered me up, and they took me to bed:

They called for a doctor and lint:

With ice in a bag they enveloped my head;

My arm they enclosed in a splint.