Placards on walls were glowing,
Puffs in the papers pouring,
"Good Words" roaring and blowing,
"Once a Week" blowing and roaring!
Or, "another way," as the cookery books say—
A PARODY,
After Tennyson's Last.
TENNYSON stood in the wet,
And he and his publishers met,
His publishers cursing and swearing,