38 TO A DISAPPOINTED WASP. 



Claiming thy tithe of all 

 In fashion clerical, 



Tho' at the best thine was but cant 

 Itinerant ! — 

 Thou hadst a goblet in the full round grape, 

 And on the sweetest things that be. 

 Didst most flagitiously 

 Commit a rape ! — 

 Perhaps thou wert the very fellow. 

 Who, like a man of gallantry, 

 Didst sit thee where the roses lie, 



Upon my lov'd one's cheek — and made her bellow I 

 If so — I'll kill thee with an endless death. 



With a stout breath 

 I'll whiff a hurricane around thy pate, 



Or set thee here, 

 To wither in a tropic atmosphere. 



On my hot plate ; 

 I'll poison thee with horrible device. 



Of melted butter ; 

 Or drown in a trice. 



Beneath the waves of that continuous gutter. 

 By heedless tea- cup in its saucer spilt. 

 All for thy guilt !— 

 Yet no ! — Thou seem'st unconscious quite, 

 Tho' quite unhappy — come, then, lonely wight. 

 And with a kindlier thought, I'll haste thine end ; 

 Nay ! wherefore for our mercy blame us. 

 Poor ignoramus! 

 No dainty breeze nor warm sun can befriend 



Thine agueish old bones, and hungry snout ; 

 The half extinguished taper of thy life 

 I'd better much put out — 

 No doubt. 

 Come, come then — here's relief; 

 Beneath my pocket handkerchief 

 Down falling 

 Upon the ground you 're sprawling 

 Now with my merciful great-toe 



I'll stamp — Ah ! no, 

 'Tis horrid I — Yet it must be so. 

 And in an instant thus your writhing trunk 

 la trodden into atoms — Crunk ! crunk ! crunk ! 



