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Dear Tom, I do not like your look, / Your brows are (see the poets) bent; / You're biting hard on Tedium's hook, / You're jaundiced, crumpled, footled, spent. / What's worse, so mischievous your state / You have no pluck to try and trick it. / Here! Cram this cap upon your pate / And come with me to Doctor Cricket!
Don't eye decanters on the shelf. / Your tongue's already thick with fur! / Up, heart! and be your own dear self / As when we chummed at Winchester. / Destroy these pasteboard dancing girls; / This theatre-bubble, come, Tom, prick it! / Love more the off and leg-break curls / Arranged for us by Doctor Cricket!