And he laid there, weighing out prayers for me,
Without hearing the plates of meat [17]
Of a slop, who pinched him for "d. and d." [18]
And disturbing a peaceful beat,
And I smiled as I closed my two mince pies [19]
In my insect promenade;
For out of his nibs I had taken a rise, [20]
And his stay on the spot was barred.
V
Next morning I brushed up my Barnet Fair, [21]
And got myself up pretty smart;
Then I sallied forth with a careless air,
And contented raspberry tart. [22]
At the first big pub I resolved, if pos., [23]
That I'd sample my lucky star;
So I passed a flimsy on to the boss [24]
Who served drinks at the there you are. [25]