RHYMES FOR THE TIMES.
There was a false Pasha named BOLO,
Who sank in iniquity so low.
That the dirtiest work
Of the Hun and the Turk
Never made him ejaculate Nolo!
There was a stout fellow called YAPP,
A great Red Triangular chap;
Now he's working still harder
To stock the State larder,
And never has time for a nap.
The manners and customs of Clare
Have long been admittedly "quare,"
But the tolerance shown
To sedition full-blown
Is enough to make CADBURY swear.
Politicians unstable and vague
May well take example from HAIG,
Who talks to the Huns
In the voice of his guns
Till they dread him far worse than the plague.
Renowned for her fine macaroni,
And also for Signor MARCONI,
Now Italy sends,
To enrapture her friends,
(And to finish these rhymes), the Caproni.