I THE PLAYED-OUT HUMOURIST QUIXOTIC is his enterprise and hopeless his adventure is, No reasonable offer I am likely to refuse. And if anybody choose He may circulate the news That no reasonable offer I am likely to refuse. Oh, happy was that humourist-the first that made a pun at all Who when a joke occurred to him, however poor and mean, Was absolutely certain that it never had been done at all— How popular at dinners must that humourist have been! Oh, the days when some step-father for a query held a handle out, The door-mat from the scraper, is it distant very far? And when no one knew where Moses was when Aaron put the candle out, And no one had discovered that a door could be a-jar! But your modern hearers are In their tastes particular, And they sneer if you inform them that a door can be a jar! In search of quip and quiddity I've sat all day alone, apart― And all that I could hit on as a problem was-to find Analogy between a scrag of mutton and a Bony-part, Which offers slight employment to the speculative mind. For you cannot call it very good, however great your charity It's not the sort of humour that is greeted with a shoutAnd I've come to the conclusion that my mine of jocularity, In present Anno Domini is worked completely out! Though the notion you may scout, I can prove beyond a doubt That my mine of jocularity is worked completely out! THE PRACTICAL JOKER Oн, what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless What keen enjoyment springs From cheap and simple things! What deep delight from sources trite inventive That pain and trouble brew For every one but you! Gunpowder placed inside its waist improves a mild Its unexpected flash Burns eyebrows and moustache. When people dine no kind of wine beats ipecacuanha, You keep it for your guests— Then naught annoys the organ boys like throwing And much amusement bides In common butter slides; And stringy snares across the stairs cause unexpected Coal scuttles, recollect, Produce the same effect. A man possessed Of common sense Need not invest At great expense The Practical Joker It does not call For pocket deep, These jokes are all Extremely cheap. If you commence with eighteenpence-it's all you'll have to pay; You may command a pleasant and a most instructive day. A good spring gun breeds endless fun, and makes men jump like rockets And turnip heads on posts Make very decent ghosts. Then hornets sting like anything, when placed in waistcoat pockets Burnt cork and walnut juice Are not without their use. No fun compares with easy chairs whose seats are stuffed with needles Live shrimps their patience tax When put down people's backs. Surprising, too, what one can do with a pint of fat black beetles And treacle on a chair Will make a Quaker swear! Then sharp tin tacks And pocket squirts And cobbler's wax For ladies' skirts And slimy slugs On bedroom floors And water jugs On open doors Prepared with these cheap properties, amusing tricks to play Upon a friend a man may spend a most delightful day. 27 W. S. Gilbert. TO PHOEBE GENTLE, modest little flower, Love me but for half an hour, "Smiles that thrill from any distance Shed upon me while I sing! Please ecstaticize existence, Love me, oh, thou fairy thing!" If I loved you fondly, madly;- W. S. Gilbert. MALBROUCK MALBROUCK, the prince of commanders, But when will he come home? Perhaps at Trinity Feast, or Perhaps he may come at Easter. Egad! he had better make haste, or We fear he may never come. For Trinity Feast is over, And has brought no news from Dover; And Easter is past, moreover, And Malbrouck still delays. Malbrouck Milady in her watch-tower While sitting quite forlorn in "O page, prithee, come faster! Your looks are so full of woe." "The news I bring, fair lady," "But since to speak I'm hurried," "He's dead! he's dead as a herring! And four officers transferring One officer carried his sabre, "The third was helmet-bearerThat helmet which on its wearer Filled all who saw with terror, And covered a hero's brains. 29 |