The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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Another wise Solomon cries, as he passes--
"There, let him alone, and the fit will soon cease,
The beast has been fighting with other jack-asses,
And this is his mode of 'TRANSITION TO PEACE'"
Some look'd at his hoofs, and, with learned grimaces,
Pronounced that too long without shoes he had gone--
"Let the blacksmith provide him a sound metal basis
(The wiseacres said), and he's sure to jog on."
But others who gabbled a jargon half Gaelic,
Exclaim'd, "Hoot awa, mon, you're a' gane astray"--
And declared that "whoe'er might prefer the METALLIC,
They'd shoe their OWN donkeys with papier mache."
Meanwhile the poor Neddy, in torture and fear,
Lay under his panniers, scarce able to groan,
And, what was still dolefuler--lending an ear
To advisers whose ears were a match for his own.
At length, a plain rustic, whose wit went so far
As to see others' folly, roar'd out as he pass'd--
"Quick--off with the panniers, all dolts as ye are,
Or your prosperous Neddy will soon kick his last."
MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE.
A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY.
B. HARRIS BABHAM.
MR. SIMPKINSON (loquitur).
I was in Margate last July, I walk'd upon the pier,
I saw a little vulgar Boy--I said "What make you here?--
The gloom upon your youthful cheek speaks any thing but joy;"
Again I said, "What make you here, you little vulgar Boy?"
He frown'd, that little vulgar Boy--he deem'd I meant to scoff--
And when the little heart is big, a little "sets it off;"
He put his finger in his mouth, his little bosom rose,--