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No. X.—THE DIRTY LITTLE SNOB.
“There's nothing right but what I think,
There's nothing good but meat and drink,
There's nothing to compare with ‘chink,’”
Said the dirty little snob.
“And work's the greatest ‘bore’I know,
And learning's dull, and virtue ‘slow,’
So, fast shall be the road I'll go!”
Said the dirty little snob:
Devoid of sense,
An ass intense,
And dirty little Snob.
There's nothing good but meat and drink,
There's nothing to compare with ‘chink,’”
Said the dirty little snob.
“And work's the greatest ‘bore’I know,
And learning's dull, and virtue ‘slow,’
So, fast shall be the road I'll go!”
Said the dirty little snob:
Devoid of sense,
An ass intense,
And dirty little Snob.
“I'd like to know the use of friends,
Unless they serve one's pleasant ends;
The best is he who gives or lends,”
Said the dirty little snob.
“Your learned men are heavy ‘swells,’
Your moral youths tremendous ‘sells,’
And slang's the only speech that ‘tells,’”
Said the dirty little snob:
The simpering slave,
The brainless knave,
And dirty little Snob.
Unless they serve one's pleasant ends;
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Said the dirty little snob.
“Your learned men are heavy ‘swells,’
Your moral youths tremendous ‘sells,’
And slang's the only speech that ‘tells,’”
Said the dirty little snob:
The simpering slave,
The brainless knave,
And dirty little Snob.
“However chaste and pure she be,
And bright and beautiful to see,
No woman can say ‘No’to me,”
Said the dirty little snob.
Is there no husband, son, or sire,
To drag this creature through the mire,
And kick it till his toe shall tire,—
The dirty little snob?—
The foul and crass
Conceited ass—
And odious little Snob?
And bright and beautiful to see,
No woman can say ‘No’to me,”
Said the dirty little snob.
Is there no husband, son, or sire,
To drag this creature through the mire,
And kick it till his toe shall tire,—
The dirty little snob?—
The foul and crass
Conceited ass—
And odious little Snob?
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