He takes good care (by the shade

 Of seven wives!)

 That the undertaker’s trade

 He lives by thrives.

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 Nor chick nor child has he.

 So servile smug,

 With that cringe in his knee,—

 God curse his lug!

 But him, you should have seen

 Him yesterday;

 The landlord’s smirk turned green

 At his smile. The way

 He served that bloodless fish,

 Were like to freeze him.

 But meeting elsewhere, pish!

 He never sees him.

 Yet such a gentleman,

 So sure and slow.

 The vilest harridan

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