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”.
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