Part 160 (1/2)

”True 'tis P T, and P T 'tis, 'tis true.”

In I V Lane, of C T fame, There lived a man D C, And A B I 6 was his name, Now mark his history.

Long time his conduct free from blame Did merit L O G, Until an evil spirit came In the shape of O D V.

”O! that a man into his mouth Should put an N M E To steal away his brains”--no drouth Such course from sin may free.

Well, A B drank, the O T loon!

And learned to swear, sans ruth; And then he gamed, and U Z soon To D V 8 from truth.

An hourly gla.s.s with him was play, He'd swallow that with phlegm; Judge what he'd M T in a day, ”X P D _Herculem_.”

Of virtue none to sots, I trow, With F E K C prate; And O of N R G could now From A B M N 8.

Who on strong liquor badly dote, Soon poverty must know; Thus A B in a C D coat Was shortly forced to go.

From poverty D C T he caught, And cheated not A F U, For what he purchased paying O, Or but an ”I O U.”

Or else when he had tried B 4, To s.h.i.+rk a debt, his wits, He'd cry, ”You shan't wait N E more, I'll W or quits.”

So lost did I 6 now A P R, That said his wife, said she, ”F U act so, your fate quite clear Is for 1 2 4 C.”

His inside soon was out and out More fiery than K N; And while his state was thereabout A cough C V R came.

He I P K Q N A tried, And linseed T and rue; But O could save him, so he died As every 1 must 2.

Poor wight! till black in' the face he raved, 'Twas P T S 2 C His latest spirit ”spirit” craved-- His last words, ”O D V.”

MORAL

I'll not S A to preach and prate, But tell U if U do Drink O D V at such R 8, Death will 4 stall U 2.

O U then who A Y Z have, Shun O D V as a wraith, For 'tis a bonus to the grave, An S A unto death.

_Unknown._

A MAN OF WORDS

A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds; And when the weeds begin to grow, It's like a garden full of snow; And when the snow begins to fall, It's like a bird upon the wall; And when the bird away does fly, It's like an eagle in the sky; And when the sky begins to roar, It's like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It's like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It's like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed, You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.

_Unknown._

SIMILES