The Monster seems to meditate attack, if I may judge of him,
So let me have the first slap at, whilst you keep on scribbling fudge of him!
Moral.
It may appear superfluous to point this fable's moral;
But—teeth that could crush chain-mail seem scarce shaped for mumbling coral!
A WEIGHTY PROSPECT.
The Captain (who has just been giving a spin to his last purchase, for his Wife's inspection). "Good goer, ain't he? and a full Fourteen-Stone Horse, you know!"
Young Wife (as yet somewhat innocent in horsey matters). "Oh, I'm sure he's more than that, dear. Why, Mamma weighs nearly as much!"