The Other Gum
Well Boory, I have read your grin, And listened to your whine; I only wish you’d sent it in Before I printed mine. You see, I never meant to hit The new-chum Jackaroo; I only tried to write a skit On poets – such as you. We’re sinners all – the world knows that, But damned mean sinners some – (The ‘possum you are barking at is up the other gum). But sneer in safety if you choose I’ve no hand in the game; I will not fight the crawlers who’s Afraid to sign his name. I never strike without a mark – ‘Tis safer in the end; For he who hits back in the dark Might chance to hurt a ‘friend’! The game is stale, your jokes are flat, You might as well be dumb – (The ‘possum you are howling at Is up another gum).