(Though I fear I’m not much at portraiture),
P’raps he’s rough in a tiff, but, good gracious me—if
There’s a “Mr. Hyde” side to his nature,
Sure it’s not to be wondered at greatly;
For Seven Dials air’s hardly otto
Of roses. And more—as he’s told you before—
You don’t uphold “Fair Play” as your motto.
But let him run loose. Over there, sir,
You see a man sit on the bench;
Not that one with the pot—he’s a terrible sot;