Upon the coming Crinerline! A-arsting of the Crown
To hinterfere with hus, dear,—wich I means the female sect,—
In our Fashions, is fair himperence. But, wot can yer expect
From parties—wich they may be litterary, or may not—
As carn't see any beauty in balloon-skirts? Reglar rot!
I'm a-pinin' for it, Polly, wich in course, my dear, I mean
That convenient, cleanly cover-all, wot's called the Crinerline!
It hides so much, my Polly; wich I'm sure, my dear, you'll twig!
As dear Lady June informs hus, the too-little or too-big,
The scraggy and the crummy ones, the lanky 'uns and the lumps,