THE PORTRAIT.

I really must request you Sir,
To take that eye-glass out;

I don’t wish to be rude, but Sir,
You look a perfect lout. |

Now pray don’t move a muscle, Sir,
I'm ready to begin,
Put on a fascinating smile,

But do not, do not, grin.

Oh dear! oh dear! I really thought
I'd got a pretty pose,
But oh! you've moved; look there Sir,
now,

You've got a double nose!