FOR MAYORO Abner Doble—whose "catarrhal name"Budd of that ilk might envy—'tis a roughRude thing to say, but it is plain enoughYour name is to be sneezed at: its acclaimWill "fill the speaking trump of future fame"With an impeded utterance—a puffSuggesting that a pinch or two of snuffWould clear the tube and somewhat disinflame.Nay, Abner Doble, you'll not get from meMy voice and influence: I'll cheer instead,Some other man; for when my voice ascends aTall pinnacle of praise, and at high CSustains a chosen name, it shan't be saidMy influence is naught but influenza.
O Abner Doble—whose "catarrhal name"Budd of that ilk might envy—'tis a roughRude thing to say, but it is plain enoughYour name is to be sneezed at: its acclaimWill "fill the speaking trump of future fame"With an impeded utterance—a puffSuggesting that a pinch or two of snuffWould clear the tube and somewhat disinflame.Nay, Abner Doble, you'll not get from meMy voice and influence: I'll cheer instead,Some other man; for when my voice ascends aTall pinnacle of praise, and at high CSustains a chosen name, it shan't be saidMy influence is naught but influenza.