English poem
Xvi
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Still I'm all for the Lords and their lot, Charlie. Rads are my 'error, you know. Change R into C and you've got 'em, and 'Arry 'ates anythink low. So if Demonstrations means skylarks, and lotion as much as you'll carry, These 'busts of spontanyous opinion' may reckon all round upon 'Arry.
[1: sight] [2: nonsense] [3: talking] [4: walking] [5: eating; fools] [6: trousers] [7: prowl] [8: Notes] [9: catch] [10: shook hands] [11: face; fool] [12: something to talk about]
"RUM COVES THAT RELIEVE US" [1887]
[By HEINRICH BAUMANN in Londonismen].