A Tale Of Reverse, Or The Reverse Of A Tail Poem by John Bannister Tabb

A Tale Of Reverse, Or The Reverse Of A Tail



The dog that caught the mink
Was strolling down the street,
When, quicker than a wink,
He chanced a maid to meet,
Inhabiting the skin
That once his victim wore;
But, lo, beneath her chin
The tail was now before!
'Alas,' he sighed, ''tis passing strange
How fashion with our fortunes change!'

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