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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

My Dentist

My Dentist

Sitting in the dentist's chair,
Wishing that I wasn't there,
To forget and pass the time
I have made this bit of rhyme.

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

My Cross

My Cross

I wrote a poem to the moon
But no one noticed it;
Although I hoped that late or soon
Someone would praise a bit
Its puri…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

My Coffin

My Coffin

Deeming that I was due to die
I framed myself a coffin;
So full of graveyard zeal was I,
I set the folks a-laughing.
I …

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

My Chapel

My Chapel

In idle dream with pipe in hand
I looked across the Square,

And saw the little chapel stand
In eloquent despair.

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

My Cancer Cure

My Cancer Cure

"A year to live," the Doctor said;
"There is no cure," and shook his head.
Ah me! I felt as good as dead.
Yet quite resign…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

My Brothers

My Brothers

While I make rhymes my brother John
Makes shiny shoes which dames try on,
And finding to their fit and stance
They buy and we…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

My Bay'nit

My Bay'nit

When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit
And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore;
But blimey! I 'aven't been able to stain…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

My Book

My Book

Before I drink myself to death,
God, let me finish up my Book!
At night, I fear, I fight for breath,
And wake up whiter than a sp…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Music In The Bush

Music In The Bush

O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,
And in the west, all tremulous, a star;
And soothing sweet she hears the mellow t…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Munition Maker

Munition Maker

I am the Cannon King, behold!
I perish on a throne of gold.
With forest far and turret high,
Renowned and rajah-rich am I.…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Montreal Maree

Montreal Maree

You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill,
As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed a sluice;
A satellite o…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Moon-Lover

Moon-Lover


I

The Moon is like a ping-pong ball;
I lean against the orchard wall,
And see it soar into the void,
A…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Missis Moriarty's Boy

Missis Moriarty's Boy

Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she:
"Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now -- it's the fortunate w…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Miracles

Miracles


Each time that I switch on the light
A Miracle it seems to me
That I should rediscover sight
And banish dark so utterly.…

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Robert W. Service

Men Of The High North

Men Of The High North

Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing;
Islands of opal float on silver seas;
Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, ama…

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Robert W. Service

Mike

Mike


My lead dog Mike was like a bear;
I reckon he was grizzly bred,
For when he reared up in the air
Ho over-topped me by a head…

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Robert W. Service

Maternity

Maternity


There once was a Square, such a square little Square,
And he loved a trim Triangle;
But she was a flirt and around her skirt

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Robert W. Service

Mazie's Ghost

Mazie's Ghost

In London City I evade
For charming Burlington Arcade -
For thee in youth I met a maid

By name of Mazie,
Who…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Mammy

Mammy


I often wonder how
Life clicks because

They don't make women now
Like Mammy was.

When broods of two…

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Robert W. Service

Marie Antoinette

Marie Antoinette

They told to Marie Antoinette:
"The beggers at your gate
Have eyes too sad for tears to wet,
And for your pity wait."

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Mad Maria

Mad Maria

Mad Maria in the Square
Sits upon a wicker chair.
When the keeper asks the price
Mad Maria counts her lice.
No pesito c…

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Robert W. Service

Maids In May

Maids In May

Three maids there were in meadow bright,
The eldest less then seven;
Their eyes were dancing with delight,
And innocent as H…

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Robert W. Service

Lucindy Jane

Lucindy Jane

When I was young I was too proud
To wheel my daughter in her pram.
"It's infra dig," I said aloud,-Bot
now I'm old…

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Robert W. Service
Robert W. Service

Lowly Laureate

Lowly Laureate

O Sacred Muse, my lyre excuse! -
My verse is vagrant singing;
Rhyme I invoke for simple folk
Of penny-wise upbringing:

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