They’s suthin’ plastered over it that sez—”
An’ then ’e eyed it closter, spellin’ out
The letters ’e hed cut threw with ’is ’nife.
When Laury heerd the words she fired ri’t up;
“Now who’d ye s’pose would be so mean ez thet!
He dassent give ’is reel name ’cos ’e’s ’feerd
He’d git suppeenylized fer tamperin’
With other fokeses letters; so ’e ups
An’ calls hisself thet or’n’ry Sensure thing!
Caint see no sense ter thet; tho’ p’r’aps yew kin.”