"Do you feel like a fool between two stools?"

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"No, I feel like a sandwich. With grass and cheese please"

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THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK 763
"Let us take them in order. The first is the taste.
Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp:
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,
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With a flavour of Will-o'-the-Wisp.
"Its habit of getting up late you'll agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,
And dines on the following day.
"The third is its slowness in taking a jest.
Should you happen to venture on one.
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:
And it always looks grave at a pun.
"The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines.
Which it constantly carries about.
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes-A sentiment open to doubt.
"The fifth is ambition. It next will be right
To describe each particular batch:
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite.
From those" that have whiskers, and scratch.
"For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm^
Yet I feel it my duty to say
Some are Boojums
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" The Bellman broke off in alarm.
For the Baker had fainted away.

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764
VERSE
Fit the Third
The Baker's Tale
They roused him with muffins—they roused him with
ice
—
They roused him with mustard and cress
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They roused him with jam and judicious advice
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They set him conundrums to guess.
When at length he sat up and was able to speak,
His sad story he oflfered to tell;
And the Bellman cried "Silence! Not even a shriek!"
And excitedly tingled his bell.
There was silence supreme! Not a shriek, not a scream.
Scarcely even a howl or a groan.
As the man they called "Ho!" told his story of woe
In an antediluvian tone.
*'My father and mother were honest, though poor
"Skip all that!" cried the Bellman in haste.
"If it once becomes dark, there's no chance of a Snark
We have hardly a minute to waste!"
"I skip forty years," said the Baker in tears,
"And proceed without further remark
To the day when you took me aboard of your ship
To help you in hunting the Snark.
"A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was named)
Remarked, when I bade him farewell

"Oh, skip your dear uncle!" the Bellman exclaimed,
As he angrily tingled his bell.

"How do you feel", "How do you feel",​"How do you feel", ...​asked the roving eye and the roving eye and the roving eye... From a different vantage another eye caught what appeared to be stamens of another colour turned inside out. No! Closeups revealed a few hapless hair meshed with bulbuous, click mouse type reporter mikes. The object (mummy_egyptian_kind) for strange reasons hyperlinked to ROM locations of  brands of footwear the thugs wore when they kicked it in. It  emanated "*!#*** U". The mikes construed "Fine thank you".