The Editor wrote his political screed In ink that was fainter and fainter; He rose to the call of his country`s need, And in spiderish characters wrote with speed, A column on "Cutting the Painter". The "reader" sat in his high-backed chair, For literals he was a hunter; But he stared aghast at the column long Of the editorial hot and strong, For the comp. inspired by some sense of wrong Had headed it "Gutting the Punter".SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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