you, through the morning papers' medium, A crying scandal and a public pest; I designate you, on the other hand, A bulwark of the land.
For should the Huns, in final desperation, On our South-Eastern shore dash madly down, 'Tis true they might entrain at Dover station, But when, ah, when would they arrive in town? Or would they perish, hungry, lost, and spent, Somewhere in wildest Kent?
* * * * *
(With acknowledgments to Mr. G. R. Sims.)
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