But to hear cheeky Churchill demanding aloud
What’s the use of an Alderman, verily, this
Must mitigate bile by one moment of bliss.
The meteing of waters may be a small point,
When they hold the whole City is quite out of joint;
But this pleasant reflection must comfort their breast,
“When rogues tumble out,”—well, the world knows the rest!
Punch, March, 1884.
The Weekly Dispatch Parody Competition.