Joseph Skipsey

An Error

I NEVER said my verse you’d mocked;
   Nor how you’d giggled at my grammar’€”
You, on whom Fame her door has lock’d,
   I little mark’d your empty clamour.
 
I merely said that when you’d call’d
   On Fame, and thrice her cruel porters
Had kick’s you off, thrice back you crawl’d,
   And kiss’d, thrice kiss’d, their hinder-quarters.
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