Second Spasm
Said the big red rooster to the little brown hen:
“Meet me at the smoke-house at half past ten”;
Said the little brown hen to the big red rooster:
“I’ll not be there—in fact, I refuster”;
Said the big red rooster with a smirk of pride:
“Huh! I should worry, I’ll go outside”;
Said the little brown hen as she left on a run:
“So will I, too, you son of a gun.”
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Footman: “My lord, a lady waits without.”
Lord Wunckleberry: “Without what?”
“Without food or clothing, your lordship.”
“Well, give her some food and send her in.”
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