If a poor fellow may not snatch a whiff
(Without the feminine sniff)
Upon the "Bus-roof," where in thunder's name
Shall he draw that same!
The ladies, climb, sit, suffocate, and scoff,
Declare they are "smoked off,"
Is there no room inside? If smoke means Hades,
We, "to oblige the ladies,"
Have taken outside seats this many a year,
Cold, but with weeds to cheer