leaving home early last century

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Stay away from gambling halls and stay away from poolrooms.
Rather spend your time improving what you learnt in schoolrooms.
Stay away from alcohol. Give a wide berth to profanity.
Steer clear of self-idolatry and the pernicious sin of vanity.
Work out at the YMCA. Build up your strength and muscles.
Spar a bit at the athletic club to get ready for life's tussles.
Go watch the bouts at Sharkey's. The ticket's a dollar twenty.
You'll find male camaraderie, good fellowship aplenty.
But be careful who you mix with. There are lowly men there too,
from the sordid tawdry underworld, who may take a fancy to you.

That sounds cool, thought the boy to himself. Good fellowship aplenty!
It's time I got a bit of that. Next month I'm turning twenty.
Some sordid men who might fancy me! "Come, Dad! Tell me more."
"Well, what is it that's bothering you, son? I feared you'd find this a bore!"
"How do I ward off the sordid men? What are the places to avoid?"
His dear old Dad now looked a bit sad. Some tact had to be employed.
"There are some well-known meeting places: baths and parks and bars.
Stay away from the arty part of town and the markets and bazaars."
"But what if I need to find a gift to send to Mom back home,
some dainty little trinket or perhaps a jewelled comb?
And what do I do if I need a bath? A bath house would surely be best?"
His dear old Dad had long suspected. Indeed he might have guessed!
There'd be no grandkids sired by this lad. Oh dear, what a pity!
P'raps it was best for everyone that he find a job in the city.

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