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My Boot-Hooks.
The Lay of a Lunatic.
[This poem is selected from a variety of contributions intended for The Hanwell Annual. It shows a true spirit of poetry, although the subject is not perhaps clearly followed out. The last stanza, in particular, is a fine instance of poetical license.]
Who, when the sea did toss and roar,
And I thought soon to be no more,
Came and knock’d loudly at my door?
My Boot‑hooks.
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Who pulled the nose of Rome’s first Pope,
For looking after Johnny Cope,