rough and ready sort.
Byron's verse on Waterloo,
Makes my darling glad, you see:
Kate prefers a kangaroo--
Which is very sad, you see.

Other ladies wear a hat
Fit to write a sonnet on:
Kitty has--the naughty cat--
Neither hat nor bonnet on!
Fifty silks has Madame Tate--
She who loves to spank it on:
All her clothes are worn by Kate
When she has her blanket on.

Let her rip! the Phrygian boy
Bolted with a brighter one;
And the girl who ruined Troy
Was a rather whiter one.
Katie's mouth is hardly Greek--
Hardly like a rose it is:
Katie's nose is not antique--
Not the classic nose it is.

Dryad in the grand old day,
Though she walked the woods about,
Didn't smoke a penny clay--
Didn't "hump" her goods about.
Daphne by the fairy lake,
Far away from din and all,
Never ate a yard of snake,
Head and tail and skin and all.

A Hyde Park Larrikin

--
* To the servants of God that are to be found in every denomination,
these verses, of course, do not apply.--H.K.
--

You may have heard of Proclus, sir,
If you have been a reader;
And you may know a bit of her
Who helped the Lycian leader.

I have my doubts--the head you "sport"
(Now mark me, don't get crusty)
Is hardly of the classic sort--
Your lore, I think, is fusty.

Most likely you have stuck to tracts
Flushed through with flaming curses--
I judge you, neighbour, by your acts--
So don't you d----n my verses.

But to my theme. The Asian sage,
Whose name above I mention,
Lived in the pitchy Pagan age,
A life without pretension.

He may have worshipped gods like Zeus,
And termed old Dis a master;
But then he had a strong excuse--
He never heard a pastor.

However, it occurs to me
That, had he cut Demeter
And followed you, or followed me,
He wouldn't have been sweeter.

No doubt with "shepherds" of this time
He's not the "clean potato",
Because--excuse me for my rhyme--
He pinned his faith to Plato.

But these are facts you can't deny,
My pastor, smudged and sooty,
His mind was like a summer sky--
He lived a life of beauty--

To lift his brothers' thoughts above
This earth he used to labour:
His heart was luminous with love--
He didn't wound his neighbour.

To him all men were just the s