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The Wiccamical Chaplet

a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford
  
  

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PARODY,

Written on receiving a Copy of the foregoing Elegy, sent in the Name of the learned Inditer.

[_]

The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Poetic Bellmen, once a-year
Who gladly barter Verse for Beer,
Think what a Brother Bard endures
Whose Compositions rival yours!—
Unlucky Boys your carols mock,
And, when I sing my Bantum Cock,
With squibs unlucky Critics pelt
Bantum no better sung than spelt.
Ah, spare my Elegiac strain,
I'll turn Biographer again,
And, at some learned Chief's expence,
Write Lives, the death of Common Sense!
For, erst great Mansfield's Life wrote I;
And, underneath each Christmas pye,
Pent in the baker's glowing cave,
My pages find a greasy grave.
Dead is my Prose, and damn'd my Verse;
So pack 'em with me in my hearse!
This Dirge on Cock-a-doodle-doo too
Besure dispatch with me to Pluto;

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For, let me tell you, dev'lish stuff
May charm the Devil, like enough;
And, if perchance 'tis kindly taken,
From singeing save my rusty bacon.
For Bantum's gone, and John must follow,
Tho' dubb'd thy Scrivener, Apollo!
So lightly Destiny regards
Both Bantum Cocks and Dunghill Bards.
 

So spelt by the erudite Author of the Original Elegy.