Willie

 'Why did the lady in the lift
 Slap that poor parson's face?'
Said Mother, thinking as she sniffed,
 Of clerical disgrace.


Said Sonny Boy: 'Alas, I know.

 My conscience doth accuse me;
The lady stood upon my toe,
 Yet did not say--"Excuse me!"

'She hurt--and in that crowd confined
 I scarcely could endure it;
So when I pinched her fat behind
 She thought--it was the Curate.
'

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