TO. THE. ONLY. BEGETTER. OF.
THESE. ENSUING. SONNETS.
Mrs. D.F.B. ALL HAPPINESS.
AND. THAT. ETERNITY.
OUR. EVER-LASTING. POET.
In a year of our Lord, three-score and ten
Years agone on the Steamer Tacoma
Shipped a friend of mine as a deck hand.
Hong Kong ashore went, into a coma
He drank himself and whenat he returned
The steamership had boiled its water.
China’s rampant famine, so in their yearn
For food didst kindred their whelps sell for slaughter.
No urchin in the street was safe. Go to
Any shop, inquire a naked moppet
Be butchered for steak o’ chops o’ for stew.
Knowest the body part ist the sweetest?
Thinkest thou this sonnet doth is a farce?
Veal is reviled in favor of the arse.