The Glugs of Gosh by C. J. (Clarence James) Dennis
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Quoth Quog, "It was a task to bilk . . .
(I thank you; sugar, please, and milk) . . . To bilk this Tinker and his pranks. A scurvy rogue! . . . (Ah, two lumps, thanks.) "A scurvy rogue!" continued Quog. 'Twas easy to outwit the dog. Altho', perhaps, I risked my life-- I've heard he's handy with a knife. Ah, well, 'twas for my country's sake . . . (Thanks; just one slice of currant cake.)" XI. OGS It chanced one day, in the middle of May, There came to the great King Splosh A policeman, who said, while scratching his head, "There isn't a stone in Gosh To throw at a dog; for the crafty Og, Last Saturday week, at one, Took our last blue-metal, in order to settle A bill for a toy pop-gun." Said the King, jokingly, "Why, how provokingly Weird; but we have the gun." And the King said, "Well, we are stony-broke." But the Queen could not see it was much of a joke. |
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