UPON a stormy fitful night
I sailed around the Isle of Wight,
'Twas there I met that foxy sprite,
The hypernated Blatherskite,
Who thinks he is a frisky trump
Standing upon the slippery slump.

Dressed in a suit of spotted rep,
The Blatherskite smiles from the step
With manner frisky, full of pep.
Swinging on high the wooden skep,
The Blatherskite taking one jump,
Falls flat upon the slippery slump.

Just as I left the graceful yawl
I missed my dollar Ingersoll.
My pulse began to rise and fall
I felt a tugging at my gall,
I took one tumble, then a bump
And landed on the slippery slump.

The Blatherskite stood on the dock
Waving aloft his dollar clock.
"Old clocks for new," says he. "Go hock
Yourself," says I. "Jump off the dock
Or else you'll land upon your rump,
Whilst sliding down the slippery slump."

Turning on me with rubber neck
He said, "I have a hypothec
Upon your property by Heck!
Cough up you miserable geck.
Hands up you dolt before you bump
Your rump upon the slippery slump."

My purse is stolen by that bright
Matriculated parasite,
That frisky, foxy Blatherskite.
Fetch me a quart of aconite.
Alas, I bump with many a thump
Upon the rocky, slippery slump.

ENVOY

The Scallywag—alas he won,
With wooden skep he yanks the bun,
But soon this geck will take a run
Hiding his mug, poor beaten Hun,
Down deep in Hell he'll chew the rag
This hypernated Skalewag.
Down deep in Hell he'll bite, this trite
Matriculated Blatherskite,
The hypothec all in a lump
Will land upon the slippery slump.

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