YESTERDAY my gun exploded
When I thought it wasn't loaded;
Near my wife I pressed the trigger,
Chipped a fragment off her figure;
'Course I'm sorry, and all that,
But she shouldn't be so fat.
[Illustration]
[Illustration:
"_Now, although the room grows chilly,
I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy._"]
Tender-Heartedness
BILLY, in one of his nice new sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;
Now, although the room grows chilly,
I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.
[Illustration]
Jim; or, the Deferred Luncheon Party
WHEN the line he tried to cross,
The express ran into Jim;
Bitterly I mourn his loss--
I was to have lunched with him.
[Illustration]
Appreciation
AUNTIE, did you feel no pain
Falling from that apple tree?
Will you do it, please, again?
'Cos my friend here didn't see.
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Baby
BABY in the caldron fell,--
See the grief on Mother's brow;
Mother loved her darling well,--
Darling's quite hard-boiled by now.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: "_Darling's quite hard-boiled by now._"]
Nurse's Mistake
NURSE, who peppered baby's face
(She mistook it for a muffin),
Held her tongue and kept her place,
"Laying low and sayin' nuffin'";
Mother, seeing baby blinded,
Said, "Oh, nurse, how absent-minded!"
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The Stern Parent
FATHER heard his Children scream,
So he threw them in the stream,
Saying, as he drowned the third,
"Children should be seen, _not_ heard!"
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"Bluebeard"
YES, I am Bluebeard, and my name
Is one that children cannot stand;
Yet once I used to be so tame
I'd eat out of a person's hand;
So gentle was I wont to be
A Curate might have played with me.
People accord me little praise,
Yet I am not the least alarming;
I can recall, in bygone days,
A maid once said she thought me charming.
She was my friend,--no more I vow,--
And--she's in an asylum now.
Girls used to clamour for my hand,
Girls I refused in simple dozens;
I said I'd be their brother, and
They promised they would be my cousins.
(One, I accepted,--more or less--
But I've forgotten her address.)
They worried me like anything
By their proposals ev'ry day,
Until at last I had to ring
The bell, and have them cleared away;
(I often pondered on the cost
Of getting them completely lost.)
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