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”.
(Andrew Barton Paterson)
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