See him roam and roam and roam
All about the streets of Rome.’”
This effusion received great applause, until the modest poet hid his face in his hands, quite overcome at the ovation.
“There’s something so tragic about it that it makes me weep,” said Nan, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief.
“It’s the noble numbers that affect you, my dear,” said her husband. “Grandeur of thought is always impressive.”
Floyd’s contribution made a great hit, and then Peter went on to read another.
“The next is a fine Limerick by Miss Violet Van Winkle. It throws light on a hitherto mysterious subject, and it justifies what has often been considered a cruel deed of a bloodthirsty emperor. I refer to the late Mr. Nero, and his burning of his native town. The true facts of the case are here set forth:
“‘“Well, yes,” said Tiberius Nero,
“I frankly admit I’m a hero.