Till what was erst a HARMLESS POSE
Grew to a Fierce, Inordinate
Craving for Artificial Rose.
He haunted Garden Parties, Shows,
Wherever Ladies Congregate,
And in their Bonnets thrust his nose
His Craving Fierce to Satiate.
At last he chanced—sad to relate!—
Into a Caterer’s with his Pose,
And there Pneumonia was his Fate,