When he was made aware that he must coin a whited whopper soon,
For hark! it was the tramping of the sergeant's heavy foot!
Said he, "We must dissimble, or I'm ruined, and a shapable,
Excuse I'll have to make!" * * *
* * * "What brings the two of you down here?"
"I'm makin' just a Pres'ner, Sir, he's dhrunk, an' he's incapable,"
Exclaimed the bobbie, gripping Binks, just under Binks's ear!
'Twas somewhat ominous for Binks, though he protested not, he chewed
The cud of thought, until he saw that sergeant out of sight;
He had not comprehended yet, the patronising turpitude