The Spike or Victoria University College Review
[unnamed poem]
"Look hove, David, Stanley has a fine ringing sound about it, and may reasonably be expected to cover a multitude of sins."
—D. M. Findlay's "Parting Injunctions."
Down to work at half-past ten,
Smiling typiste greets me then,
Office boy is grinning with
"Letters, Mr. Stanley-Smith."
Back from work at half-past three,
That's the kind of life for me,
With the gods above I'm kith,
I am David Stanley-Smith.
I was always more or less
Bored by commonplace D.S.
That is all an ancient myth,
Pray don't call me D. S. Smith.
With the hyphen or without,
There is not the slightest doubt,
Of its euphony and pith—
Mr.—David—Stanley—Smith.