(_FOR A SPEECH IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS ON THE PROPOSED ADJOURNMENT FOR
THE DERBY_.)
Take a handful of jokelets and beat them up small,
In sophistical fudge, with no logic at all;
Then pepper the mixture with snigger and jeer;
Add insolent "sauce," and a _soupçon_ of sneer;
Shred stale sentiment fine, just as much as you want,
And thicken with cynical clap-trap and cant,
_Plus_ oil--of that species which "smells of the lamp"--
Then lighten with squibs, which, of course, should be damp;
Serve up, with the air of a true _Cordon Bleu_,
And you'll find a few geese to taste _it_ and praise _you_!
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