Volume 153 — RHYMES FOR THE TIMES.

There was a false Pasha named BOLO, Who sank in iniquity so low. That the dirtiest work Of the Hun and the Turk Never made him ejaculate Nolo! There was a stout fellow called YAPP, A great Red Triangular chap; Now he's working still harder To stock the State larder, And never has time for a nap. The manners and customs of Clare Have long been admittedly "quare," But the tolerance shown To sedition full-blown Is enough to make CADBURY swear. Politicians unstable and vague May well take example from HAIG, Who talks to the Huns In the voice of his guns Till they dread him far worse than the plague. Renowned for her fine macaroni, And also for Signor MARCONI, Now Italy sends, To enrapture her friends, (And to finish these rhymes), the Caproni.