II.

Sniff the fetid sewer Smells--

Loathsome Smells!

What a lot of typhoid their intensity foretells!

Through the pleasant air of night,

How they spread, a noxious blight!

Full of bad bacterian motes,

Quickening soon.

What a lethal vapour floats

To the foul Smell-fiend who glistens as he gloats

On the boon.

Oh, from subterranean cells

What a gush of sewer-gas voluminously wells!

How it swells!

How it dwells

In our houses! How it tells

Of the folly that impels

To the breeding and the speeding

Of the Smells, Smells, Smells,

Of the Smells, Smells, Smells, Smells,

Smells, Smells, Smells--

To the festering and the pestering of the Smells!

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, November 1, 1890 · 第 7 / 37 题