 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
THREE CANDIDATES FOR SENATOR
To sleek your way to the goal of your hope,
O plausible Mr. Perkins,
You'll need ten tons of the softest soap
And butter a thousand firkins.
The soap you could put to a better use
In washing your hands of ambition
Ere the butter's used for cooking your goose
To a beautiful brown condition.
O plausible Mr. Perkins,
You'll need ten tons of the softest soap
And butter a thousand firkins.
The soap you could put to a better use
In washing your hands of ambition
Ere the butter's used for cooking your goose
To a beautiful brown condition.
“The Railroad can't run Stanford.” That is so—
The tail can't curl the pig; but then, you know,
Inside the vegetable-garden's pale
The pig destroys more cabbage than the tail.
The tail can't curl the pig; but then, you know,
Inside the vegetable-garden's pale
The pig destroys more cabbage than the tail.
Gods! what a sight! Astride McClure's broad back
Estee jogs round the Senatorial track,
The crowd all undecided, as they pass,
Whether to cheer the man or cheer the ass.
They stop; the man to lower his feet is seen,
And the tired beast, withdrawing from between,
Mounts, as they start again, the biped's neck,
And scarce the crowd can say which one's on deck.
Estee jogs round the Senatorial track,
The crowd all undecided, as they pass,
Whether to cheer the man or cheer the ass.
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And the tired beast, withdrawing from between,
Mounts, as they start again, the biped's neck,
And scarce the crowd can say which one's on deck.
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