Black Beetles in Amber - читать онлайн бесплатно полную версию книги . Страница 166

A PATTER SONG

There was a cranky Governor— His name it wasn't Waterman. For office he was hotter thanThe love of any lover, norWas Boruck's threat of aiding himEffective in dissuading him— This pig-headed, big-headed, singularly self-conceited Governor Nonwaterman.To citrus fairs, et cætera, He went about philandering, To pride of parish pandering.He knew not any better—ah,His early education hadNot taught the abnegation fad— The wool-witted, bull-witted, fabulously feeble-minded king of gabble-gandering!He conjured up, ad libitum, With postures energetical, One day (this is prophetical)His graces, to exhibit 'em.He straddled in each attitude,Four parallels of latitude— The slab-footed, crab-footed, galloping gregarian, of presence unæsthetical!An ancient cow, perceiving that His powers of agility Transcended her ability(A circumstance for grieving at)Upon her horns engrafted himAnd to the welkin wafted him— The high-rolling, sky-rolling, hurtling hallelujah-lad of peerless volatility!