A twig from a rod in pickle.

IMPROMPTU,

On Reading the Doctor’s Impromptu.

A junto, Doctor? No, ’tis one

Who makes,—though hundreds share—the fun;

He heeds you not. Your “rod” provide:

’Twill serve to sting your own b-cks-de.

Yourself shall be “dismay’d” and “sore,”

As from your breech descends the gore;