The vices of Kings Stork and Log;
One day I give the palm to PRINGLE,
The next I offer it to HOGGE.

The style of _Mr. Alfred Jingle_
Was jumpy, but he did not clog
His sense with woolly words, like PRINGLE,
With priggish petulance, like HOGGE.

I'd love to see the _Bing Boys_ bingle,
To go to music-halls _incog._,
Instead of being posed by PRINGLE
And heckled by the hateful HOGGE.

My appetite is gone; I "pingle"
(As Norfolk puts it) with my prog;
My meals are marred by thoughts of PRINGLE,
My sleep is massacred by HOGGE.

O patriots, with your nerves a-tingle,
With all your righteous souls agog,
Will none of you demolish PRINGLE
And utterly extinguish HOGGE?

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OF MARGARINE: _C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas le beurre._

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