He loved his Parson; for he taught that gold was dross, and scutch,
To men who of the sinful chink, had not got overmuch;
He taught by unctions homily, how really false, the leaven
Of gold is to a tenant here, compared with gold in Heaven;
But man with base ingratitude is rife, they did not bless
The Earl of Masherdudom, so he wasn't a success.
One day 'twas ruminating thus, alone, and in his club,
"My politics do fail" he said "to fail, aye there's the rub,
I was a high conservative; I am, what am I now?
An India rubber ball of wind, a pinhole in my brow,