The Editor wrote his political screedIn 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 longOf the editorial hot and strong,For the comp. inspired by some sense of wrongHad headed it “Gutting the Punter”.
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Canonical recordPOEM-001054
Copy-textClean Project Gutenberg Australia transcription (SRC-000074), reconciled against fixed Trove facsimile SRC-000156 (Sydney Sportsman, 1923-04-24; article 167175535)
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