Duns

A £10,000 claim has been made against a tailor.

Brothers!
Knuts, silly-boys, willie-boys, nobbly-
    dressers and others!
All of us recollect the day
When that demand, "Please pay,"
Came written largely on a small ac-
    count
Whose meek amount
Was, say,
Five pounds or, maybe, eight pounds
    ten.
Months later, when
That courteous demand was scorned
    by us
Who hated fuss,
Came "Payment will oblige", and,
    later still,
The rather savage order, "Pay this
    bill!"
Ignoring this—our cold reserve un-
    shaken—
Next month we heard, "Proceedings
    will be taken."
So, worn with these persistent, chang-
    ing phrases,
We wished the thing to blazes.
Borrowed a quid from Fred, and two
    from Will,
And paid the rotten bill.
Brothers, we are avenged! for now we
    find
Those mills that grind
Slowly, but so exceeding small hard
    got
Our late tormentor. Not, my brothers,
    not
For paltry fivers, tenners is he
    dunned—
Those sums that stunned
Our senses in the past—
Nay, nay! At last
Tables are turned
On him who proudly spurned
Our well thought out excuses yester-
    day;
And to each reasoned argument e'er
    tendered
The damning reiterative "To a/c ren-
    dered"—
Nay, nay, my brothers, nay!
Shout "Hip-hurray!"
Ten thousand quid's the bill!
Oh, brothers, spill
Spill tears of thankfulness for justice
    done!
Some worm has turned someone
has dunsed the dunt.