The great perfesh about some things
   Is quite absurdly superstitious.
To feathers plucked from peacocks' wings
A shuddersome traditon clings;
   Most prejudicial and most vicious
Do little actor-men apprize
The power there is in swivel eyes.


When Myra Prescott played the dame
   In one of Pinero's romances,
Her two eyes were not quite the ssme.
That pro. was deemed exceeding game
   Who met their bold, bewildering glances;
And Jones, who ventured so to do,
Was laid out with pneumonic 'flu.


The leading lady, all aver,
   Was looked upon by Myra one day:
A heavy stage-hand fell on her,
With injuries beyond repair.
   The very next day, which was Sunday,
The manager, Wendover Begg,
Fell down a lift, and broke his leg.


The season was an awful frost.
   We played each night to empty benches;
The thing was done at heavy cost,
And all our backer's cash was lost.
   A plague, sir, on your cross-eyed wenches!....
An old man came, belltoppered, gloved,
Who loved in Myra's eyes and loved.


He owned some eighty thousand quid
   And could despise all superstition ;
He wished to mayy her and did -
And then his racing motor slid
   And ended was his earthly mission.
Then Myra dear, with heart elate,
She had her dexter eye put straight!

"Eddyson"
The Bulletin, 12 July 1923, p36