 | The complete poetical works of Thomas Hood |  |
TO A BAD RIDER
I
Why, Mr. Rider, whyYour nag so ill indorse, man?
To make observers cry,
You're mounted, but no horseman?
II
With elbows out so far,This thought you can't debar me—
Though no Dragoon—Hussar—
You're surely of the army!
III
I hope to turn M.P.You have not any notion,
So awkward you would be
At ‘seconding a motion!’
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