The Tory: Perspectives And Poems: Dr Pratt Datta

OF THE AWEFULL BATTLE OF THE PEKES AND THE POLLICLES Together with some Account of the Participation of the Pugs and the Poms, and the Intervention of the Great Rumpuscat The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say That they do not like fighting, yet once in a way, They will now and again join in to the fray And they                         Bark bark bark bark                         Bark bark BARK BARK         Until you can hear them all over the Park. Now on the occasion of which I shall speak Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week (And that's a long time for a Pol or a Peke). The big Police Dog was away from his beat— I don't know the reason, but most people think He'd slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink— And no one at all was about on the street When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet. They did not advance, or exactly retreat, But they glared at ea