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(By an Unpaired M.P., who has "Sat it Out.")
M.P.'s gagged? Why, tongues have wagged Seventy days, or eighty. Little said on any head Has been wise or weighty. Gag's all hum! How shall we sum Seven long weeks' oration?— Polyphrasticontinomemegalondulation! Bartley, Bowles—loquacious souls!— Hanbury and Russell, Have kept going, seldom "slowing" In the talky tussle. Saunderson went sparring on, Joe pursued jobation.— Polyphrasticontinomemegalondulation! Righteous causes, wicked clauses, All meant bleats and blethers. Beaming Bolton had to moult on, Gone his old Rad feathers. "Yaller Jaunders" seized on Saunders. All drew "explanation!"— Polyphrasticontinomemegalondulation! Grim MacGregor—dogged beggar!— Had "ideas"—and told them; So had bores in tens and scores, Why should they withhold them? What result from all this cult Of roundaboutation?— Polyphrasticontinomemegalondulation! With composure I the Closure Welcome—our sole saviour From the gabble of the rabble, And their bad behaviour. The Front Benches? Well, one blenches E'en from their "oration"— Polyphrasticontinomemegalondulation!
