Classic Poem

Room, room for a blade of the town
That takes delight in roaring,
And daily rambles up and down,
And at night in the street lies snoring:
That for the noble name of Spark
Dares his companions rally;
Commits an outrage in the dark,
Then slinks into an alley.

To every female that he meets
He swears he bears affection,
Defies all laws, arrests, and 'cheats,
By the help of a kind protection.
Then he, intending further wrongs,
By some resenting cully
Is decently run through the lungs,
And there's an end of bully.