THE NEW SUIT
Willie Fiddle D. D. boasted twenty-five years;
He’d frittered his life quite away.
He lisped in a manner which moved one to tears,
And answered to all things, “I say!”
He sported a monocle really de trop,
And dined at Martin’s every night;
He talked of the gossip about “so-and-so”,
But “nevvah, ah nevvah,” talked “fight”.
Now grandfather D. had a plethoric purse