How he said it made no matter; Shaft of Wit or Broadway Patter Meets with like acclaim. Latest Mot or Jest Historic, To the dinner guest plethoric It is all the same.
When he said, “This moment finds me Unprepared,” or, “That reminds me,” There would be a hum Of expectance, or a rippling As though Daniel (or Kipling) Had to Judgment come.
Alas for Fame! As A. J. Skinner Put it at the Author’s Dinner, “Fame’s a fickle Jade!” Had he then an intimation That his own wide reputation Was ere long to fade?
From that day his after-dinner Stories thinner grew and thinner. Sorry was his case. Rare the dinner invitation, Rarer still the lunch--Starvation Stared him in the face.
One day as his eye was wandering O’er a map, he fell to pondering: “If I cross the Main, Somewhere ’twixt the Poles and Tropics I may find some brand new Topics For my food campaign!”
So one Friday A. J. Skinner Bought a passage and an “Inner” On a sailing ship; Not for sport or relaxation, Not for rest or recreation-- ’Twas a business trip.
Fatal trip, had he but known it! Or a Fortune Teller shown it Written on his palm!-- How one morning bright and sunny, With a breeze as soft as honey, And a sea as calm--
Somewhere in the South Pacific There would spring up a terrific Tropical typhoon-- Smite their helpless ship and bear it On a mountain wave and tear it Like a Toy Balloon.
Luckily for Mr. Skinner, When she sank he was not in her. Clinging to a Spar, Being, too, an expert swimmer, Soon he saw the breakers’ glimmer On a sandy bar.
Lucky, did I say? Appalling Choice of words! Would you when crawling Up a Sandbank gritty, On firm land a foothold winning, Call it luck to meet a grinning Cannibal Committee?
Well, to make a long narration Shorter (by abbreviation), Soon as he was sighted Alcibiades J. Skinner To a most select Shore Dinner Was at once invited.
Never had the South Pacific Witnessed such a beatific Banquet as was here. Never was such mirth unbounded As when that far beach resounded With unwonted cheer.
Epicures on South Sea beaches Waste no time on Toasts and Speeches; Happy dreams had they. In their midst was A. J. Skinner, Most nutritious After-Dinner Speaker of his day.
It is not fair to visit all The blame on Eve, for Adam’s fall; The most Eve did was to display Contributory negligé.