Hilaria: The Festive Board by Charles Morris - HTML preview

CATASTROPHE.

The captain drew his sword, and stood

To bear ’gainst all the brunt, sir,

And said—I mount not guard in rear,

But always in the front, sir;

He turn’d ’em one by one down stairs,

And shew’d the cook his ’tarse, sir,

While with his sword, as she pass’d by,

He PINK’D her in the a-se, sir.