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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508520" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Tails</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508520" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I haven't worn my evening dress<br> For nearly twenty years;<br>Oh I'm unsocial, I confess,<br> A hermit, it appears.<br>So much moth-balled it's but away,<br> And though wee wifie wails,<br>Never unto my dimmest day<br> I'll don my tails.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508520" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How slim and trim I looked in them,<br> Though I was sixty old;<br>And now their sleekness I condemn<br> To lie in rigid fold.<br>I have a portrait of myself<br> Proud-printed in the Press,<br>In garb now doomed to wardrobe shelf,--<br> My evening dress.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508520" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So let this be my last request,<br> That when I come to die,<br>In tails I may be deftly drest,<br> With white waistcoat and tie.<br>No, not for me a vulgar shroud<br> My carcass to caress;--<br>Oh let me do my coffin proud<br> In evening dress!</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=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>

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