RUTHLESS RHYMES
I
MOTHER-WIT
When wilful little Willie Black
Threw all the tea-things at his mother,
She murmured, as she hurled them back,
'One good Tea-urn deserves another!'
II
UNCLE JOE
Poor Uncle Joe has gone, you know,
To rest beyond the stars.
I miss him, oh! I miss him so,—
He had such good cigars.
III
AUNT ELIZA
In the drinking-well
(Which the plumber built her)
Aunt Eliza fell,——
We must buy a filter.