I took him up and sucked his blood,
And threw his skin away.”
What was he? Answer.—An orange.
With a nonsensical acrostic on the word Finis, well known in the beginning of this century, I must end this (I fear) long, rambling work.
“F—for Francis,
I—for Jancis,
N—for Nich’las Bony;
I—for John the water-man,
S—for Sally Stony.”