A JOLLY FAT FRIAR.

A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store, And he had drunk stoutly at supper; He mounted his horse in the night at the door, And he sat with his face at the crupper. "Some rogue," quoth the friar, "quite dead to remorse, Some thief, whom a halter will throttle, Some scoundrel has cut off the head of my horse While I was engaged at the bottle, Which went gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug." The tail of the steed pointed south on the dale, 'Twas the friar's road home straight and level; But when spurred a horse follows his nose, not his tail, So he scampered due north like the devil. "This new mode of docking," the friar then said, "I perceive doesn't make a horse trot ill; And 'tis cheap—for he never can eat off his head While I am engaged at the bottle, Which goes gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug." The steed made a stop—in a pond he had got: He was rather for drinking than grazing; Quoth the friar, "'Tis strange, headless horses should trot; But to drink with their tails is amazing!" Turning round to see whence this phenomenon rose, In the pond fell this son of a pottle. Quoth he, "The head's found, for I'm under his nose; I wish I were over a bottle, Which goes gluggity, gluggity—glug—glug—glug." Anonymous.