“Grilled” and “lauded” and “scored” and “flayed,”
“Common or garden variety,”
“Wave of crime” and “reform crusade,”
“Along these lines” and “it seems to me,”
“Noted savant,” “I fail to see,”
The “groaning board” of the “banquet hall,”—
Masonjar ’em in “ghoulish glee”—
Into the brine go one and all.
“Succulent bivalves,” “trusty blade,”
“Last analysis,” “practical-ly,”
“Lone highwayman” and “fusillade,”
“Millionaire broker and clubman,” “gee!”
“In reply to yours,” “can such things be?”
“Sounded the keynote” or “trumpet call,”—
Can ’em, pickle ’em, one, two, three—
Into the brine go one and all.
Under the spreading chestnut tree
Stands the Cannery, all too small.
The Canner a briny man is he,
And into the brine go one and all.
PANDEAN PIPEDREAMS
(Induced by smoking “Pagan Pickings.”)
I
This is something that I heard,
As the fluting of a bird,
On a certain drowsy day,
When my pipe was under way.
I was weary of the town,
And the going up and down;
Sick of streets and sick of noise,—
And I pined for Pagan joys.