Well Boory, I have read your -grin�,
And listened to your whine;
I only wish you-d sent it in
Before I printed mine.
You see, I never meant to hit
The new-chum Jackaroo;
I only tried to write a skit
On poets - such as you.
We-re sinners all - the world knows that,
But damned mean sinners some -
(The -possum you are barking at
is up the other gum).

But sneer in safety if you choose
I-ve no hand in the game;
I will not fight the crawlers who-s
Afraid to sign his name.
I never strike without a mark -
-Tis safer in the end;
For he who hits back in the dark
Might chance to hurt a -friend-!
The game is stale, your jokes are flat,
You might as well be dumb -
(The -possum you are howling at
Is up another gum).