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St Leger ; False Gallop
A FALSE GALLOP OF ANALOGIES
"The Chavetider, or Chub 9 —Izaak Walton
There is a fine stuffed chavender,
A chavender or chub,
That decks the rural pavender,
The pavender or pub,
Wherein I eat my gravender,
My gravender or grub.
How good the honest gravender!
How snug the rustic pavender!
From sheets as sweet as lavender,
As lavender, or lub,
I jump into my tavender,
My tavender, or tub.
Alas! for town and clavender,
For business and club!
They call me from my pavender
To-night; ay, there's the ravender
Ay, there comes in the rub!
To leave each blooming shravender,
Each Spring-bedizened shrub,
And meet'the horsey savender,
The very forward sub,
At dinner at the clavender,
And then at billiards dravender,
At billiards roundly drub
The self-sufficient cavender,
The not ill-meaning cub,
Who me a bear will da vender,
A bear unfairly dub,
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