  Last week, when conning Cicero In New Big School, Smith called me, by a paraphrase, A senseless mule: I wasn't sharp enough just then To answer, Jack, That pots had oft been known to call The kettles black! And in the Close the other day He called me 'Muff!' I think I've borne his impudence Quite long enough! From length to length abusive men Can quickly pass, So I was hardly staggered when He called me 'Ass!' But in the nets on Friday eve I long did toil To make old Smith rub in at night St. Jacob's Oil! If on the Smithian shins remains An unbruised inch My name is not Bartholomew Ezekiel Finch! |
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