Lad's Love 'tis called, and for lad's love am I.
W.B.
THE POET.
[Commenting upon the fact that Mr. Justice Salter objected to Mr. Wild, K.C., reading poetry in court, a contemporary gossip-writer remarks, "Why do people write poetry?">[
The following communications, evidently intended for our contemporary, were inadvertently addressed to Mr. Punch:—
DEAR SIR,—I took up poetry because I was once bitten by an editor's dog and I determined to be avenged.
DEAR SIR,—Two years ago I lost Sidney, my pet silkworm, and as I had to take up some hobby I decided on poetry.
DEAR SIR,—With me it is a gift. It just came to me. On the other hand my friends often suggest my seeing a doctor, as they think there may be a piece of bone pressing on the brain.
DEAR SIR,—I used to suffer from red hair, and gradually I am getting the stuff turned grey. By the way, can you give me a rhyme for "Camouflage"?