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A monocle he always wears,

Safe screwed within his dexter eye;

His mouth stands open wide, and snares

The too intrusive fly.

Were he to close his jaws, no doubt,

The eyeglass would at once fall out.

His choice of clothes is truly weird;

His jacket, short, and negligée,

Is slit behind, as tho' he feared

A tail might sprout some day.

One's eye must be inured to shocks

To stand the tartan of his socks.

The chessboard pattern of his check

Betrays its owner's florid taste;