While the "crock" of a Maud got a first.
Still, why did you rush into print
With your torrent of bitter complaint?
To do so without the least hint,
Well, brotherly, dear, it quite ain't.
'Twere wiser and better by far
To have laid all the blame on a tooth,
For whatever's the use of a lovely excuse
If not in concealing the truth?
So bottle your anger, dear boy,