Chapter 52 No.52

When the liquor's out why clink the cannikin?

I did think to describe you the panic in

The redoubtable breast of our master the mannikin,790

And what was the pitch of his mother's yellowness,

How she turned as a shark to snap the spare-rib

Clean off, sailors says, from a pearl-diving Carib,

When she heard, what she called the flig