As for the Vote—well, I dunno. It seems pertikler curious
That politics makes a man a hass, they drives the fellers furious.
If Votes sets women by the ears, as they does men, my winky!
I guess 'twill make domestic life even more crabbed and kinky.
Wy my young man—you know 'im, Poll—whose temper's real milky,
Whose 'art is soft as 'is merstarche—and that is simply silky—
Got that rouged up on polling day, along of a young Tory
As called him names. I 'ad to 'ug 'im off to stop the gory.
The chap was in the 'atting line, and thought Balfour a 'ero;
Whereas my Mick 'as Hirish blood, and calls 'im "Niminy Nero."