Mismatch
I'd known them as young love's delight
Back thirty years ago,
When Sam and Esmerelda wed
They'd put on a travelling show,
With clowns and jugglers, acrobats
And a fortune teller's tent,
Perhaps they should have considered the date,
Not staged the show in Lent.
She came from money, but he was poor,
They didn't seem to care,
‘What's mine is yours, ' she'd always say
As she braided up her hair.
They settled down in a country house
Held parties, meets and wakes,
And lived most ostentatiously,
Just one of their many mistakes!
But how they loved! They'd always sigh
To many who came to stay,
‘Sam is the greatest love, ' she said
That a girl could want today! '
‘And Esmy, she is my beating heart,
We're like two halves of the whole! '
For ever they'd wander hand in hand
In the parklands, out for a stroll.
They lived for the country lifestyle,
They would ride to fox and hounds,
But Sam would travel a pace behind
In the old foxhunting grounds,
He wasn't ever as ‘Pukka' to them,
The gentry, so it was said,
That all the old Indian Colonels
Turned away, and cut him dead!
But Esmerelda was more than blind
To the things that tore him up,
For she was quite the belle of the ball
When they raised the stirrup cup,
The men would always defer to her
They loved her, and adored,
While other women detested her,
And Sam was merely bored.
They'd travel to watch the steeplechase,
And Sam would double his bet,
He wasn't a judge of horseflesh, nor
Had fancied a winner yet,
He took out all his frustration there
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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