Whilst Peeler was making remarks that were curse-ory;
And at last, being “cushioned” or “under the bank,”
Fetched his ball such a twank,
Such a terrible spank,
That it gave to the red a most thundering clank,
And both smashed to bits,
And knocked into fits
The marker who sat where he commonly sits;
And the audience yelled, when they saw all this steam on,
“My! ain’t he a scorcher! O, ain’t he a demon!”