The crowd armed him with beribboned pecadilloes And roaring paced his entrance as bravurador; He stumbled bleary-lipped and wobble-eyed, Snarkish In his glory lust, And never saw the grimy hands that stole his boots.
The crowd armed him with beribboned pecadilloes
And roaring paced his entrance as bravurador;
He stumbled bleary-lipped and wobble-eyed, Snarkish
In his glory lust,
And never saw the grimy hands that stole his boots.
to David / to Moongate