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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A, B, C.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A is an Angel of blushing eighteen:<br>B is the Ball where the Angel was seen:<br>C is her Chaperone, who cheated at cards:<br>D is the Deuxtemps, with Frank of the Guards:<br>E is the Eye which those dark lashes cover:<br>F is the Fan it peeped wickedly over:<br>G is the Glove of superlative kid:<br>H is the Hand which it spitefully hid:<br>I is the Ice which spent nature demanded:<br>J is the Juvenile who hurried to hand it:<br>K is the Kerchief, a rare work of art:<br>L is the Lace which composed the chief part.<br>M is the old Maid who watch'd the girls dance:<br>N is the Nose she turned up at each glance:<br>O is the Olga (just then in its prime):<br>P is the Partner who wouldn't keep time:<br>Q 's a Quadrille, put instead of the Lancers:<br>R the Remonstrances made by the dancers:<br>S is the Supper, where all went in pairs:<br>T is the Twaddle they talked on the stairs:<br>U is the Uncle who 'thought we'd be going':<br>V is the Voice which his niece replied 'No' in:<br>W is the Waiter, who sat up till eight:<br>X is his Exit, not rigidly straight:<br>Y is a Yawning fit caused by the Ball:<br>Z stands for Zero, or nothing at all.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Stuart+Calverley">Charles Stuart Calverley</a></strong></div>