Rhyme? and reason? . When on the sandy shore I sit,Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fitBecause I dare not shave— A little whisper at my ear Enquires the reason of my fear. I 82 SIZE AND TEARS. I answer * If that ruffian Jones Should recognise me here,Hed bellow out my name in tones Offensive to the ear:He chaffs me so on being stout(A thing that always puts me out). Ah me ! I see him on the cliff! Farewell, farewell to hope,If he should look this way, and if Hes got his telescope !To whatsoever place I flee,My odious rival follows me ! For every night, and everywhere, I meet h
Rhyme? and reason? . When on the sandy shore I sit,Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fitBecause I dare not shave— A little whisper at my ear Enquires the reason of my fear. I 82 SIZE AND TEARS. I answer * If that ruffian Jones Should recognise me here,Hed bellow out my name in tones Offensive to the ear:He chaffs me so on being stout(A thing that always puts me out). Ah me ! I see him on the cliff! Farewell, farewell to hope,If he should look this way, and if Hes got his telescope !To whatsoever place I flee,My odious rival follows me ! For every night, and everywhere, I meet him out at dinner;And when Ive found some charming fairj And vow^ed to die or win her,The -wretch (hes thin and I am stout)Is sure to come and cut me out ! The girls (just like them !) all agreeTo praise J. Jones, Esquire :. HES THIN AND I AM STOUT 1 84 ^^^^ ^^^ TEARS. I ask them what on earth they see About him to admire ?They cry He is so sleek and slim,Its quite a treat to look at him ! They vanish in tobacco smoke, Those visionary maids—I feel a sharp and sudden poke Between the shoulder-blades—Why, Brown, my boy! Youre growing stout!(I told you he would find me out!) My growth is not your business, Sir ! *No more it is, my boy!But if its yours, as I infer, Why, Brown, I give you joy !A man, whose business prospers just the sort of man to know ! Its hardly safe, though, talking here— Id best get out of reach:For such a weight as yours, I fear. Must shortly sink the beach!— SIZE AND TEARS. 185 Insult me thus because Im stout !1 vow Ill go and call him out !
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