HANK the drover croaked all over.
            Dicky wore the yellow robe.
Ike the geck arrived in Dover.
            Every goldfish broke its globe.
            Therefore I must beg a dreg
            In the cellar from the keg.

Naughty Magdalina giggling.
            Grabs the razor, thinks it's fun,
Cutting Isaac's throat; dread wiggling.
            One last kick, the deed is done.
            Fry that pie called Sally Lun,
            Then her nose will never run.

In his box, serenely snuggled—
            Isaac sleeps, poor wretched Hun!
Now this narrative quite juggled
            Actually pleases none.
            I must hurry to the stump
            On the hill top near the pump.

Jacob's teeth were all extracted
            Yester eve at set of sun.
Soon the last act was enacted.
            My ambitions are undone.
            Never shall I mount that stump
            On the hill top near the pump.

See that dark mysterious gilding
            On that dome close to the tarn.
No it's not that ugly building
            Uncle Peter's old red barn
            Where we brought the socks to darn,
            Also where I wrote this yarn.

That dark structure is the house of
            Horror, an abode all strife.
That same house in which that mouse of
            Vengeance took the bishop's life.
            When he died he left one wife.
            Soon she'll wed the Duke of Fife.

ENVOY

See that island in the river—
            There I edited this tale.
Hop aboard my pretty flivver.
            Soon we'll taste the prickly kale
Flavored with narcotic liver
            Sprinkled o'er with poisoned ale.
In my thumb there sticks a sliver.
            Oh be still thou painful flail.
Can't you see it makes me shiver?
            Open up that lock called Yale.
            Heaping up my treasure trove
            On the table near the stove.

NOTE—Having read the above poem carefully you will positively understand the story that now follows.

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