Where GEORGE is awaiting his doom?
For the hour of his utter discredit
Has struck and the blighter must go
If the Carmelite organs have said it
It's bound to be so.

The Cabinet's daily imbroglio
Amounts to a permanent brawl;
Mr. BARNES has resigned a portfolio
Which never existed at all;
It is true he was, anyhow, going,
Yet it serves (in _The Times_) for a sign
Of the symptoms, perceptibly growing,
Of GEORGE'S decline.

Mr. ASQUITH (of Paisley) endorses
The sentence of violent death,
Though he leaves him alternative courses
For yielding his ultimate breath;
He allows him an optional charter--
To swing by his neck from a tree,
Or to perish a piteous martyr
To _felo-de-se_.

And what of poor Damocles under
This horror that hangs by a thread?
Does he wilt in a palsy and wonder
How soon it will sever his head?
Are his lips and his cheeks of a blank hue?
Does he toy with his victuals and drink?