This one grumbling because some one crowded so near
That he shot his hot breath in the depths of his ear;
That one cursing because some one’s elbow so rude
On his ribs was inclined to encroach and intrude;
And another one howling and looking forlorn,
Just because some one trod on his favorite corn;
Over all the hoarse voice of the bailiff did wheeze:
“Order! order in the court, gentlemen, if you please!”
Six feet two, if an inch, and proportioned in size,
Stood the thief in the dock, when the clerk bid him rise;