I played me, a knave's deception, as Tommins, L.R.C.P.!
I bought from a needy super, the beard, moustaches, and wig,
I managed to coach my tailor, to model me in your rig,
And thus I received a welcome, to lunch, and dinner, and tea,
As Tommins the medical doctor, but never as Writ MacFee.
O Doctor Tommins have mercy! I beg to legacy thee,
With thirty tickets of pawn to name, of Writ MacFee, Q.C.
In a brief bag under the bed, tied up in a worn-out wig,
You will find a memento there, of mock æsthetical rig,
The spats and the collar and vest, I wore when I went to see,