Bell and me was soon stodging like winkles; that gal did make play with the snacks.
"Strike!" cries Jack—"you've a bite!" "Yes, I know it," sez I, with my mouth full of 'am.
"Wot do you think, Miss B.?"—and she larfed till 'er cheeks went like raspberry jam.
Jolter looked jest a mossel disgusted, and turned a bit rusty, for him,
When we made the punt rock in our romps, which he said was "disturbing the swim."
And when he had hooked a fine perch, and Miss Bell made a dash at the line,
And the fish flobbered back with a flop, Jack's escape from a cuss cut it fine.
Then he pulled in his "trimmer," and, scissors! a jolly big jack came aboard,
Wich flopped round us, and showed his sharp teeth, till Miss Bonsor went pasty, and roared.
Reg'lar shark; made a grab at my pants when I tried to cut in to Bell's aid;