'ARRY ON HARRY.
(A Rejoinder to "Harry on 'Arry.")
Dear Charlie,—My eye and a bandbox! Wot next, and wot next, and WOT next?
'Ere's a Harry 'as mounted the pulpit, and taken poor me as 'is text![*]
'E bangs Boernerges to bittocks, this lar-de-dar bagman—in silk—
And 'e's going to do me a fair knock-out as sure as a whale ain't a whilk.
I larf, I do, Charlie, tremenjus! Wot's needled my nabs, it appears,
Is 'is being mistooken for Me!!! Well, 'e needn't 'ave no blooming fears!
The public ain't all of 'em mugginses, some of 'em can twig a joke.
Confound 'im with me? Yus, they will—when they can't tell Bend Or from a moke.