All right, then, you needn't. You're a stale-cadaver.
Eighteen-pence if the bottles are returned.
Allons, from all bat-eyed formula.
Barry Pain.
THE POETS AT A HOUSE-PARTY
(A modern mortal having inadvertently stumbled in upon a house-party of poets given on Mount Olympus, being called upon to justify his presence there by writing a poem, offered a Limerick. Whereupon each poet scoffed, and the mortal, offended, challenged them to do better with the same theme)
The Limerick
A SCHOLARLY person named Finck
Went mad in the effort to think
Which were graver misplaced,