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| The mammoth press the Daily’s of the town Our poor old “Granny” and Parkesennery’s own Y’clept the ‘Empire;’ f both of like renown, |
As clever to misquote: when scant of news
Fill filthy columns from the Sydney stews—
Should aught original here find a place
[1]It would the vilest venal pen disgrace——
The Kempian torso! future students hail
With anxious query, had the thing a tail?
A future Owen striking at the root,
Shall mend the monster, reconstruct the brute,
And prove the best of Megatherium brood
Of waddling habits, and waste paper food,
Of wondrous action, startled seal at bay
Legs! thy asymptotes,—Hyperbola!!!
(Which as the erudite M. C.’s don’t know
Ever approach tho’ meeting proves no go[2])——
All know the tale of the Kilkenny cats
Whose wars intestine spare the breed of rats
For, as poor pussy at its neighbour rails
Both disappear, and lo! a pair of tails—
So shall Parkesennery from intestine flights
Leave to post-science but his co-prolites.—
Is this an Atheist thet my fancy drew
Or Moslem, Parsee, Pariah, or Jew?
Prophetic typical of your renown
Is that skew bridge that lately tumbled down
Tho keystone speech so archly done by you
That it might finish as commenced askew——
With such fatality; predestined work
In future hail it as the Brig ’o Turk——
| Soi disant Hakim,—versed in Bailey law Where monster’s guineas buy his feline paw To play with murder or to find a flaw, |
