REVENGE

Last week, when conning Cicero

In New Big School,

Smith called me, by a paraphrase,

A senseless mule:

I was n't sharp enough just then

To answer, Jack,

That pots had oft been known to call

The kettles black!

And in the Close the other day

He called me‘ Muff!’

I think I've borne his impudence

Quite long enough!

From length to length abusive men

Can quickly pass,

So I was hardly staggered when

He called me‘ Ass!’

But in the nets on Friday eve

I long did toil

To make old Smith rub in at night

St. Jacob's Oil!

If on the Smithian shins remains

An unbruised inch

My name is not Bartholomew

Ezekiel Finch!