A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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POLITICAL RHYMES. |
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POLITICAL RHYMES.
Some Bosses were playing with a mule,
One cold November day,
The mule's still there, with upraised leg,
The Bosses, where are they?
One cold November day,
The mule's still there, with upraised leg,
The Bosses, where are they?
Smash up and Clatter!
Great guns how they scatter!
The tail wags the dog no more!
The people have reason to like the sport
Though many a Boss' heart's sore.
Great guns how they scatter!
The tail wags the dog no more!
The people have reason to like the sport
Though many a Boss' heart's sore.
November 15th, 1882.
The statesman introducing bills
Is not the creature to adore,
For they are dreary, senseless ills,
And he a very stupid bore;
But he is sensible and wise,
(As all the poor reporters learn)
Who rises in his place and cries,
“'Ster Speaker, move you we adjourn!”
Is not the creature to adore,
For they are dreary, senseless ills,
And he a very stupid bore;
But he is sensible and wise,
(As all the poor reporters learn)
Who rises in his place and cries,
“'Ster Speaker, move you we adjourn!”
January 18th, 1883.
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Sing a song of sick men
And bosoms full of pain,
But it is a nasty thing
To be caught in the rain.
If one can't swim and it's a Flood
Every state a loss!
Isn't this a pretty dish
To set before a Boss!
And bosoms full of pain,
But it is a nasty thing
To be caught in the rain.
If one can't swim and it's a Flood
Every state a loss!
Isn't this a pretty dish
To set before a Boss!
Sing a song of caucus,
Senatorial pie;
Six or seven candidates
And none of them are high;
While the caucus wrangles
O'er the precious prize,
Along comes a dark horse
And nips it 'fore their eyes!
Senatorial pie;
Six or seven candidates
And none of them are high;
While the caucus wrangles
O'er the precious prize,
Along comes a dark horse
And nips it 'fore their eyes!
January 4th, 1883.
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