" Mine is a dangerous errand, do you hear?"
" Enough of these insults, you intolerable seer!"
" I shoot from the hip, but can you really wonder?"
" You scurrilous pastmaster in blood and thunder!"
" Mine is a grim affair — I'm not a thug."
" How dare you raise this most unseemly fug!"
" An ex-post-facto picture shows me how
" I might have avoided that distracted cow."
" Ah would it had struck deeper with its horn!"
" Luckily the slight cornada was ill-born."
" But had it reached another inch bien-ne !"
" I wonder how you rank your own birthday!"
" I'll see you're never mentioned in my Press!"
" I should not be in any case!" — " Disgrace!"
" Blot on your country and the human race!"
" Which do you patronize for preference, though —
" The genre humain, or nation? May I know?"
" You know I'd die for every nation once —
" Yank, Scotch or Polish — I'd die twice for France!"
" Are you the man I saw in Hyde Park or
" Richmond perhaps, run in at night?" — " You boor!
" Hitter below the belt, spy on your betters!
" You scandal in the world of life and letters!"
" In which you shine, of course, drunken with money,
" Smug poet of the land of milk and honey!"
" I'll see you have your photo in my organs!"
" And grace the " special list " of J. P. Morgan's —
" And have the moon, and mounts and marvels ditto!"
" You'll swing for this — you're wife's a merry widow!"
" Maybe. But still I'll have with you a bet ."
" That I'll be even with your rude tongue yet!"
" Why no, but that you must , being but half-real,
" One fine day overreach your crazy zeal!"
" Enough of these insults, you intolerable seer!"
" I shoot from the hip, but can you really wonder?"
" You scurrilous pastmaster in blood and thunder!"
" Mine is a grim affair — I'm not a thug."
" How dare you raise this most unseemly fug!"
" An ex-post-facto picture shows me how
" I might have avoided that distracted cow."
" Ah would it had struck deeper with its horn!"
" Luckily the slight cornada was ill-born."
" But had it reached another inch bien-ne !"
" I wonder how you rank your own birthday!"
" I'll see you're never mentioned in my Press!"
" I should not be in any case!" — " Disgrace!"
" Blot on your country and the human race!"
" Which do you patronize for preference, though —
" The genre humain, or nation? May I know?"
" You know I'd die for every nation once —
" Yank, Scotch or Polish — I'd die twice for France!"
" Are you the man I saw in Hyde Park or
" Richmond perhaps, run in at night?" — " You boor!
" Hitter below the belt, spy on your betters!
" You scandal in the world of life and letters!"
" In which you shine, of course, drunken with money,
" Smug poet of the land of milk and honey!"
" I'll see you have your photo in my organs!"
" And grace the " special list " of J. P. Morgan's —
" And have the moon, and mounts and marvels ditto!"
" You'll swing for this — you're wife's a merry widow!"
" Maybe. But still I'll have with you a bet ."
" That I'll be even with your rude tongue yet!"
" Why no, but that you must , being but half-real,
" One fine day overreach your crazy zeal!"