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Can you continue this poem for me?
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While softly cooed
The Summer Moon smiled on them both,
Selina plighted him her Troth.
But Autumn brought a gayer Swain--
Selina broke it off again.
'Tis Winter now--
Selina's slack--
She'd give her thumbs to have him back.
When they met
She tossed her head;
Cut her dead!
But Fate at last to them was kind:
It sent
Just as Sam was passing by,
Blew off Selina's Hat!
Caught it--by a daring jump.
Selina's
"Oh, Sam!" she cried;
Tears dimmed her sight--
And after that it all came right.
They made it up--and very soon
They started on their Honeymoon.
Selina proved a model wife,
Her Sam was all her joy in life;
She fetched his shoes and darned his hose,
And sympathized with all his woes.
As she let him have his say,
He loved her more from day to day;
And--on her birthday--for a spree,
She revelled in the Monkey Walk,
Where Apes, of motley hue,
Each jumped--upon a yellow stick--
All shining and brand new.
And picture, children, how the Snarks
Rejoiced her frugal mind;
They ate the Buns, they ate the Bag,
And even stale cheese rind.
The Jub-jub birds Selina fed,
But they were rude and rough;
They fought and scratched,
Nor would they stop
When they had had enough.
At last,
When happy, hot and tired,
They found no more to see,
Sam took her to a shady spot
And treated her to tea.
Selina's hat and dress he praised,
She clapped his feeblest puns;
It was a perfect carnival
Of sentiment and Buns!
Much time, alas! they cannot spare,
Since holidays are few;
Soon, hand in hand, they start afresh
To seek adventures new.
And all about along the walks
Stern "Cautions" they espy;
"You need not fear," said Samuel,
"While I, my love, am nigh."
Alas! how brief are mortal joys;
There comes an awful burbling noise!
As, terror-struck, he turns to fly,
Too late he hears her anguished cry,
The awful
The Camel rushed!
The Camel flew!
Till all its spots were streaks of blue;
To Samuel it seemed to be
Itself a whole
The Camel chased him round and round;
He sank--exhausted--on the ground;
The Camel never noticed that,
But pranced along--
with Sammy's hat.
_And_--when it found its victim gone,
Imagine how the brute went on;
It bucked and reared
and kicked
and shied,
Till, finally,
and died.
When Sammy heard the loud report
And saw the pieces fly,
He felt that sure as eggs was eggs,
He, too, must surely die.
But brave Selina, though her tears
Fell all the while like rain,
Washed off the dirt and set him up
Upon his feet again.
She found the remnants of his hat,
And led him to the gate;
But there the Camel's owner stood
As large and grim as fate.
Before they left, that greedy man
Took all the cash they had,
And turned their pockets inside-out
(Which made Selina mad).
How different their coming home
From their gay start at morn;
assistant
Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
  They creep along--a sorry sight--
Bedraggled and forlorn.
He knows he showed a want of pluck,
Whatever she may say;
She feels that it was all her fault
For having a birthday.
But--once at home--the ruddy blaze
Each drooping spirit cheers;
Sam sets Selina by the fire
And wipes away her tears.
He draws her closer to his side;
He tootles on a comb,
And sings her, as her sobs subside,
A verse of "Home, Sweet Home."