A Tragedy of Teeth.
Lucretia Sempavee Riddens McWhone
Was loveliest of the Daughters of the Hills,
And therefore made an idol of by those
Who should have been at school, but drew instead
Rupees two hundred, ten, and some odd pice
For serving an ungrateful Government.
And L. S. R. McW. enjoyed
Herself exceedingly, and made to fly
The pay of Angus, who was fat and red,
And, at some early period of his life,
Had been her husband. Angus didn't care,
And L. S. R. McW. drove on.
******She had a Skeleton. Who hasn't? Two
In fact. The one she kept beneath her stays
And dressed with clothes from Europe. T'other one
She generally hid inside her mouth,
Because it wasn't hers, except by right
Of purchase—gold paid down for pearls and gold.
Two were the molars of a Communist
Young lady, pistolled on the barricades;
The canines came from some grim Plevna fosse;
And one bicuspid from the Schipka Pass;
The rest from Javanese rhinoceri;
But all were lovely, and had cost much gold,
And had a lot of little pegs and plates
And springs and wires. And she loved them much.
And no one knew of it or only guessed;
And thus our naughty little world goes round.
******He was Macacus Rhesus, Sterndale says—
I call him Bandar,—and at half past six
One summer morning through the open door
He ambled, searching for an early meal,
His Simian chota házri. L. S. R.
(I really can't repeat her name again)
Was sleeping. Angus was at Bogglybad,
And Something Else was in a tooth glass.—This
Macacus Rhesus bolted with and chewed
