And he said she should not go,
For fear it would be slow.
First he began to tease,
Then he began to squeeze,
Until there was a muddle—
Soon afterwards a fuddle.
This realistic effort was received with rounds of applause. The next poetic effort on the procrustean rhymes was by Miss Hayden, as follows:
POEM BY MISS HAYDEN
Oh, why should I give,
Or expect me to live,