Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, November 1, 1890 by Various
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page 9 of 41 (21%)
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With his cohort of Bad Smells!
And his cruel bosom swells With the triumph of the Smells. Whose long tale the scribbler tells To the _Times, Times, Times_, Telling of "local" crimes In the gendering of the Smells, Of the Smells: To the _Times, Times, Times_, Telling of Railway crimes, In the fostering of Smells,-- Of the Smells, Smells, Smells, Brick-field Smells, bone-boiling Smells, Whilst the Demon of old times With us dwells, dwells, dwells. The old Swamp Fiend of moist climes! See him rolling with his Smells-- Awful Smells. Smells. Smells-- See him prowling with his Smells, Horrid Smells, Smells, Smells-- London Smells, Smells, Smells, Smells, Smells, Smells, Smells,-- _Will_ the County Council free us from these Smells? * * * * * JUST NOW THE CHIEF NILE-IST IN PARIS.--CLEOPATRA. * * * * * |
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