Testy Tom is quite obtuse, He hasn’t much imagination ;
But on the very least excuse, He’ll fairly burst with indignation.
From tarsal cysts he suffers much, His teeth are black n decayed,
And cannot bear the slightest touch; No wonder Testy Tom’s dismayed.
His headache gives him such a pain, as if he wore an iron cap,
He’d like to be a merrymaker, But all his pleasures make him worse.