Or else, Sir, by Gemini, I shall turn Cancer,
And then the monopolists mayn't look hilarious.
How do the Water Rates come to my door?
'Twould furnish a subject for some brand-new Southey.
Your dunning Demand Notes are always a bore,
But when one is grubby, half frozen and drouthy,
When cisterns are empty and sinks are unflushed,
And staircases sloppy, and queer smells abounding,
To be by an useless Aquarius rushed
For "immediate payment" is—well, it's astounding.