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(Dedicated, without permission, to my friend P. C. Flowers)
"My front-lamp, constable? Why, man, the moon! / My rear-lamp? Shining there ten yards behind me, / Warm parlour lamplight of _The Dish and Spoon_! " / But for all my fancy talk, they would have fined me, / Had I not set a rather sly half-crown / Winking under the rays of my front lamp: / Goodwill towards men disturbed the official frown, / My rear-light beckoned through the evening's damp.