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A monocle he always wears, / Safe screwed within his dexter eye; / His mouth stands open wide, and snares / The too intrusive fly. / Were he to close his jaws, no doubt, / The eyeglass would at once fall out.
His choice of clothes is truly weird; / His jacket, short, and _negligee_, / Is slit behind, as tho' he feared / A tail might sprout some day. / One's eye must be inured to shocks / To stand the tartan of his socks.