07 Dec




















This waist so quaint and rum, Here, where I place my thumb. Once owned a swelling turn, Eheu fugaces. *' I was an Alderman, Chief of the Tory clan. And my glad race I ran, Picked by good luck out. Then came an evil day, Dark iiends now gained the sway, Harshly determined they Tories to chuck out. " Thus, then, these demons linked Hands, as they grinned and winked, Thus I became extinct — Thus they effaced me ! Yet, as the coming race Might wish to view my face. In a museum's case — Fast screwed — they placed me. *' I, in my case so drear. Lie till the waning year Warns me the time is near For the election — Then, deftly I unloose My prison's guarding screws, And by a wary ruse —

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