RECIPE.

Take a handful of jokelets and beat them up small,

In sophistical fudge, with no logic at all;

Then pepper the mixture with snigger and jeer;

Add insolent "sauce," and a soupçon of sneer;

Shred stale sentiment fine, just as much as you want,

And thicken with cynical clap-trap and cant,

Plus oil—of that species which "smells of the lamp"—

Then lighten with squibs, which, of course, should be damp;

Serve up, with the air of a true Cordon Bleu,

And you'll find a few geese to taste it and praise you!