Uncle Joe
AN Angel bore dear Uncle Joe
To rest beyond the stars.
I miss him, oh! I miss him so,—
He had such good cigars.
Impetuous Samuel
SAM had spirits naught could check,
And to-day, at breakfast, he
Broke his baby sister’s neck,
So he shan’t have jam for tea!
Inconsiderate Hannah
NAUGHTY little Hannah said
She could make her grandma whistle,
So, that night, inside her bed
Placed some nettles and a thistle.
Though dear grandma quite infirm is,
Heartless Hannah watched her settle,
With her poor old epidermis
Resting up against a nettle.
Suddenly she reached the thistle!
My! you should have heard her whistle!
A successful plan was Hannah’s,
But I cannot praise her manners.