As cads used to shout. I extremely incline
To tickle him up with—a two-horned Dilemma!
"Well, WILLIAM, what cheer?" He is struggling out there
With a—Snark; 'tis a Boojum which shortly may vanish.
Like Frankenstein's, his is a Monster, I fear,
He would—did he dare—be delighted to banish.
That big "Home-Rule" Bogey, my Bobadil, seems
A "handful" with which you are destined to struggle,
Which darkens your days as it haunts all your dreams;
Which you cannot get rid of by force or by juggle.