..Mr. ROMEO JONES;
_Charles_...Mr. HUNKY KID.
The night has come; the house is packed,
From pit to gallery,
As those who through the curtain peep
Quake inwardly to see.
A squeak's heard in the orchestra,
As the leader draws across
Th' intestines of the agile cat
The tail of the noble hoss.
All is at sea behind the scenes,
Why do they fear and funk?
Alas, alas, the Hunky Kid
Is lamentably drunk!
He's in that most unlovely stage
Of half intoxication
When men resent the hint they're tight
As a personal imputation!
"Ring up! Ring up!" _Orlando_ cried,
"Or we must cut the scene;
For _Charles the Wrestler_ is imbued
With poisonous benzine;
And every moment gets more drunk
Than he before has been."
The wrestling scene has come and _Charles_
Is much disguised in drink;
The stage to him's an inclined plane,
The footlights make him blink.
Still strives he to act well his part
Where all the honour lies,
Though Shakespeare would not in his lines--
His language recognise.
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