God's truth! these be the bitter times.
In vain I sing my sheaf of rhymes,
And hold my battered hat for dimes.
And then a copper collars me,
Barking: "It's begging that you be;
Come on, dad; you're in custody."
And then the Beak looks down and says:
"Sheer doggerel I deem your lays:
I send you down for seven days."
So for the week I won't disturb
The peace by singing at the curb.
I don't mind that, but oh it's hell
To have my verse called doggerel.
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To have his verse called a 'verse'? Well perhaps it's in the manner of a 'joke' of sorts. I feel that's probably the perchance meaning.
I felt the second doggerel was humorous, and there's humor throughout this short piece, overall I feel it's a nice piece that Service has written here, but I don't feel it's any more than that, at least not to me.
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