III. Ballade.
I
I often does a quiet read
At Booty Shelley's poetry; [12]
I thinks that Swinburne at a screed
Is really almost too-too fly;
At Signor Vagna's harmony [13]
I likes a merry little flutter;
I've had at Pater many a shy;
In fact, my form's the Bloomin' Utter.
II
My mark's a tidy little feed,
And 'Enery Irving's gallery,
To see old 'Amlick do a bleed,
And Ellen Terry on the die,
Or Franky's ghostes at hi-spy,
And parties carried on a shutter [14]
Them vulgar Coupeaus is my eye!
In fact, my form's the Bloomin' Utter.
III
The Grosvenor's nuts—it is, indeed!
I goes for 'Olman 'Unt like pie.
It's equal to a friendly lead [15]
To see B. Jones's judes go by.
Stanhope he makes me fit to cry,
Whistler he makes me melt like butter,
Strudwick he makes me flash my cly— [16]
In fact, my form's the Bloomin' Utter.
Envoy.
I'm on for any Art that's 'Igh!
I talks as quite as I can splutter;
I keeps a Dado on the sly;
In fact, my form's the Blooming Utter!
[1: sausages] [2: friend] [3: very hungry] [4: girl] [5: fondling; softly] [6: thus expressively] [7: nice] [8: i.e. china] [9: look at] [10: pawn] [11: drink] [12: Botticelli(?)] [13: Wagner(?)] [14: The Corsican Brothers(?)] [15: Notes] [16: spend money]