And "Smacky-Smack" for "Tiddlums,"—Isn't hers a tile?—
"Salvation Sue"—the stiffest of stiff jobs—
For roopy-raspy-voiced and vain "Œolia,"
Who dubs herself the Schneider-Patti Blend;
And now, a prey to stone-broke melancholia,
I sit and rack my fancy, to no end!
My ink runs dry, my wits seem gone wool-gathering;
And yet I know that over half the town
My "stuff" the Stars are blaring, bleating, blathering,
Sacking a tenner where I pouch a crown.