To an Utter Stranger, with whom the Bard had Bumped Heads at a Corner.
Our heads have met, and, if thine smarts
Like mine, you hope they won’t again.
Friends who saw the painful scene
Laughed till laughter grew a pain.
I only know we bumped them once,
I only know we looked insane:
Our heads have met (mine seemed in parts).—
I hope they’ll never meet again.
Then we fell, but lent a hand