WHIMSIES.
An Essay on the Understanding.
“Harry, I cannot think,” says Dick,
“What makes my ancles grow so thick:”
“You do not recollect,” says Harry,
“How great a calf they have to carry.”
“Old Westminster Quibbles.”
Toes.
A fellow did desire
To warm at a fire
His toes, before he went home;
But the man said “No,
If you put fire and toe
Together, you will burn the room.”
B. C.
One did ask, why B
Was put before C,
And did much desire to know—
Why a man must be,
Before he can see,
And I think I have hit on it now.
The Red Nose.
A Man did surmise,
That another man’s eyes
Were both of a different frame;
For if they had been matches,
Then, alas! poor wretches,
His nose would a set ’em in a flame.
“New Westminster Quibbles.”
The Soldier.
“There is one soldier less,”
Exclaimed sister Bess,
As a funeral passed by the door;
Then said Mr. Brown,
“I’ll bet you a crown,
I’ll prove it is one soldier mort.”
Scilicet.
Why every silly cit
Has pretensions to wit,
You may learn if you listen to my ditty:
The word scilicet
In law means to wit,
So citizens, by law, must be witty.