THE BLOATED BIGGABOON
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The bloated Biggaboon Was so haughty, he would not repose In a house, or a hall, or ces choses, But he slept his high sleep in his clothes— 'Neath the moon. The bloated Biggaboon Pour'd contempt upon waistcoat and skirt, Holding swallow-tails even as dirt— So he puff'd himself out in his shirt, Like a b'loon.
H. Cholmondeley-Pennell.