The Comic Almanack, Volume 1: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and OdditiesThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Comic Almanack, Volume 1: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and Oddities
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Almanacs, English -- England -- London; English wit and humor
CHRISTMAS BILLS.
(_Mrs. Figgins loquitur._)
Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
Here's a bundle of "little accounts:"
And their bearers left word they'd be glad
If you'd settle their little amounts.
They've all got "large sums" to "make up,"
And cannot wait longer, they swear:
So I wish you the joys of the season—
Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
Here's the doctor's—a horrid long bill—
And he vows he's as badly as you;
For his patients wont pay him a groat,
And he's dying of _Tick_ Doloreux.
But he says he's consulted a friend,
A lawyer that lives very near:
So I wish you the joys of the season—
Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
The surgeon's is not a whit less:
At its items I really shiver'd:
A hundred for Sally's confinement;
A hundred to "Bill delivered."
A hundred for mixtures and pills
(I think it's uncommonly dear):
But I wish you the joys of the season—
Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
The baker has brought you a roll
Which will take you a month to digest:
He looks most uncommonly crusty,
And says that, of all trades, he's blest
If a baker's is not the most _kneady_;
And hints at John _Dough_; and I fear—
But I wish you the joys of the season,
Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
The poult'rer his "Game Bill" has brought:
This year's—and last year's in addition,
Twelve guineas for Black-cock alone,
Which I think is a _grouse_ imposition.
Ten guineas for pheasants and hares!
And he charges his ven'son as _deer_.
But I wish you the joys of the season—
Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
Here's your butcher—the city M.P.—
Begs to "_ax_ leave to bring in his _bill_."
It takes up six folio pages:
Good heavens! it's as long as a will.
He says times are quite out of _joint_;
And he _must_ have the cash; so, my dear,
I wish you the joys of the season—
Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
Your grocer abuses you _grossly_,
Your hatter, and tailor _surtout_;
Your saddler's been going on sadly,
And your green-grocer looks very blue.
The brewer is down in the hall,
And wont stir till he's paid for his beer;
So I wish you the joys of the season—
Merry Christmas and happy New Year!
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